So even though i'm stuck on Just Hold On, doesn't mean i can't come up with something. Here is the third chapter in the series 'Fairy Dust'. It's been a long time coming too, i know. I'm terribly sorry! i'm a bad person i know. Anyway, i hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth just the characters of Ophelia and Alden.



“Did you talk to him?” Ophelia asked Alden at breakfast the next morning.
Alden took a swig of his cider then looked at his wife. “Yes my dear.”
“And?”
“He seemed to understand the consequences of this type of behavior. Remember Ophelia, Lord Jareth has only had us old coots around for company the last three hundred years.”
Ophelia snorted. “That’s no excuse for frightening the young lady.”
“He plans to apologiz by writing her a letter Ophelia, what else would you have him do? It’s not as if he had a choice in bringing her here.”
“Yes, yes, I know, she is the chosen one, his match in every way. That is still no way to win the young woman’s heart.”
Alden smiled. “I assisted him on that too.”
“Oh really?” the old woman grimaced. “and what was it you said exactly?”
“You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.”
With that Ophelia swatted him.

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Jareth glanced up at the clock on the wall. Afternoon already, he mused. He glanced down at the letter to Sarah that he had just completed. He didn’t want to give it to her himself, or even just yet. No, Ophelia could give it to her at dinner.
Sarah was still angry with him, he was sure. Not that he could blame her. He had lost his temper, something he normally only did with the goblins. The strain must be getting to me, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he glanced back at the letter. Now for Sarah’s gift.

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As the afternoon grew colder, Sarah found herself becoming restless. Since her fight with Jareth the day before, she had not come out of her room. She only had Ophelia for company when the old woman came to check up on her.
She sighed, if it was to be like this for an entire year…how could she cope? This much alone time wasn’t good for anyone. She didn’t even have her friends around for company.
Grimacing, she got up and walked to the balcony. The sun was just starting to disappear behind the large hill near the entrance to the labyrinth. Sarah leaned against the balcony feeling a gentle breeze sweep through the air. The great maze, as well as the trees and plants all seemed to sparkle in the slowly disappearing sunlight. There was no telling how long Sarah stood there gazing out, daydreaming, but she remained long after the sun had set.
A gentle knock pulled Sarah from her thoughts.
“My dear”, Ophelia said gently. “I have brought you dinner as I’m sure you’d prefer to dine alone this evening.”
With one last look at the labyrinth, Sarah turned giving Ophelia a sad smile. “thanks.” She said quietly.
Ophelia nodded and left quietly.
Sarah sat down at the little table and looked at the tray. A bowl of piping hot soup that looked like some kind of beef stew and a glass of white wine completed the meal. Deciding it would be wise to keep her strength up, Sarah picked up her napkin. As she unfolded it, something fluttered to the floor…a letter.
Sarah picked it up, seeing as it was addressed to her she opened the letter and began to read:

Dearest Sarah,

I believe I owe you an apology for my rash actions on the previous evening. I had not intended to harm you in any way. Despite my intentions my temper got the better of me and I now fear I may have lost what little trust you may have had in me. For this I ask your forgiveness. Please accept this gift as a peace offering.

Sincerely,
Jareth

Sarah reread the letter a number of times before she finally grasped the last sentence.
“Peace offering?” she muttered curiously.
As if on cue, a crystal floated into the room from the balcony and hovered next to her. When she moved to touch it, the crystal floated out of reach.
Does it want me to follow it, she wondered. The crystal moved and floated to the door, hovering again.
“Okay” sarah said with a curious sigh more to herself than the crystal. She opened the door.
The crystal slowly began to float down the hall with Sarah following carefully behind. She followed it through a number of twisted halls till it came to a stop at the end of a long hall in front of a great Victorian styled door with a glass design embedded in the center. Sarah glanced from the door to the crystal, which was now hovering over her hand. She opened her palm and the crystal popped like a bubble to reveal an old English style key. Curious, Sarah took the key and opened the door.
It was a small room. On the left was a fireplace and lining the rest of the walls were book shelves. In the back of the room to the right of the balcony sat a grand piano.
“Oh!” Sarah walked into the room slowly, taking it all in, all the while making her way towards the grand piano.
Just then she heard a quiet jingling. Looking around, and seeing no one, Sarah grimaced. Where had the sound come from?
“I believe he wants you to pet him”
Sarah spun around to see Jareth in the door way, then looked down in front of her.
“Merlin” She gasped bending down to hug the old sheepdog.
“I thought his company might make you more comfortable” Jareth said walking over, also bending down to pet the mutt.
“It does” Sarah said quietly as she looked up and met his gaze. “Thank you.”
Jareth nodded acknowledging the forgiveness in Sarah’s eyes without a word.
Sarah turned back to Merlin and smiled. “Hey boy, it’s so good to see you!” she ran her hands through the dog’s fur.
Merlin licked her and Sarah laughed.
Jareth smiled inwardly. At least Sarah was laughing.