Jareth waited alone and early in the bleakly decorated hall of his castle. Reaching into the pocket of his riding coat, he bought out a watch. Giving a smirk, he tapped it. A whole fifteen minutes late he thought, as he returned the watch to it's place. Jareth never before had been awake at this time, as his usual schedule insisted on plenty of rest and to be assisted through his every need. However, times had changed and at this moment in time he could not even tolerate sleep. He lifted his head to see a rather apprehensive young man running in his direction. When he had reached Jareth he bent down, holding his knees and taking breaths so deep his lungs would surely deflate.
"I am sincerely sorry, your highness. I insist, I was caught short and I lost track of time. Please, do forgive me.." The boy spoke before being abruptly interrupted.
"Percival, perhaps a watch might be in order. Or do I have to transform you indefinitely?" Percy fumbled at his sleeves, his cheeks the most effulgent shade of red there was to be seen. Jareth took a sudden stride towards the doors of the hall leaving Percy to inadvertently skip along behind him.
It took time before even a mere word was spoken between them; there was such tension surrounding that Percy knew that the first would not at all be light hearted.
"The Church has turned against us," Jareth sighed, holding his head as if trying to help himself cope with the words he had just spoken, "Or rather, me. The Elves of further West have determined my methods of ruling as unlawful in the eyes of Corellon Larethian and they have demanded that I am to be stripped of my title and crown." Percy gaped at him in a sense of bemusement. He had never heard of "Corellon Larethian"; he simply scratched at his short blonde waves and blinked furiously.
"What have you done that is so unlawful in their eyes, Sire?" he muttered. Jareth did not answer, instead he quickened his pace. Percy gathered that this was not a subject Jareth wanted to elaborate.
"Corellon Larethian is the highest of the Elven Gods. I have never taken much interest into religion, but the Elves are the ruling beings of the Underground. If something doesn't sit well with them, they are capable of doing something about it."
"I didn't realise that the Underground stretched further than the Goblin City.." Percy said, fixing his beady eyes onto Jareth, "Are there many other beings?"
"Yes Percival, but I suggest you enlighten yourself on that matter during your own time."
"Why is there a church?"
"Percy." Jareth glared at him before resuming his vacant worried stare.
"We are at war."