Prologue

"Sire, I don't think that it is wise to return this man back to the Goblin Kingdom." The shrill voice of Maurelle cut though the court. "If he let one child best his labyrinth, how are to expect him to defeat an army were his kingdom to come under attack? The Goblin King holds one of our lands most prized and powerful possessions. I say we find someone new to hold the throne. Someone more capable." The room echoed with the agreement and disagreement of all those in attendance.

Jareth stood regally in his dark armor in the center of the bright circular room, his eyes locked with that of the High King who looked down from a tall marble stand with disappointment.

"Not to mention his entire kingdom is in disarray! His army couldn't take care of that girl which, might I add, had the help of three who live within the labyrinth." A large intake of air from the audience sent a small smirk to the Goblin King's face. "Rules broken, lives lost at his expense. A disgrace to all that we Fae hold dear!"

"Are these accusations true Goblin King?" The High King's voice calmed the room as they waited for his answer.

Jareth crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards Maurelle. "I am afraid they are." His eyes went back to the High King. "But you must understand I had my reasons."

The High King looked on as he waited for Jareth to continue, his young face that had seen so many years resting on his hand. His dark hair was placed here and there, as if he had used the wind to dry it. More than likely, he had. He was beautiful yet, oddly frightening.

Jareth smiled a cocky smile as he took out a small red leather book with golden lettering. "Your Majesty," he handed it to a small greenish gnome who then took it up to the High King. "as I stated before, I did do all thosehorrible things I am accused of, but only because the girl wanted me too." A slight twinge of humor laced his words. He hated being brought to court for doing his job; luckily, it didn't happen to often.

The High King arched an eye brow as he flipped through the book. Jareth took this time to flash a toothy grin to Maurelle and took a step towards the bird like Fae, she looked anywhere but at him.

"There is no need to tell you that my only weapon against these runners happens to be their dreams; giving them their inner most desires. Now, if that runner takes it or not is up to them, but it is my duty to give them options. Her dream, was to be the princess from that fairytale." He pointed to the book.

"I'm still not following you Jareth. In fact, it seems as if this book gave this girl everything she needed to defeat your labyrinth." The High King put the book down. "I assume you wrote these words?" He flipped through and landed on a page. "'But what no one knew, was that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl.'" The Goblin King smiled to himself but was quickly snapped back into reality. "Are these words true Jareth?"

"True or not, it was not I who wrote them. It was not I who placed the book in her hands. In fact, I have yet to find the author which, I assure you, I am looking for." The Goblin King sighed and placed his hands to his back. "If anything, I am a victim."

"Perhaps another child you let escape wrote those words knowing how much of a dictator you are! They WANTED you off of that throne!" Maurelle shrieked. She glared at Jareth. "The victim is was that poor girl! You don't-" The High king lifted a finger, motioning for Maurelle to be quiet. The bird woman did so with a large groan.

For a long while the High King flipped back and forth through the pages leaving the court in silence. Jareth stood like stone while the eyes of the Fae watched him diligently. They had heard of how easily the Goblin King could be angered. How simply his mood could change. Finally, a noise broke the tension. Everyone turned as the two large white doors opened. In recognition, the crowd stood then bowed their heads.

"Oberon." The tall blonde woman said as she walked gracefully into the room. Her voice was full of timeless knowledge with a hint of curiosity. The High King looked up and rolled his eyes.

"My darling Titania," He placed the book down. "What a pleasure to have you join us on these proceedings. How was your trip to the Above?" Instead of answering her less than faithful companion, the statuesque woman made her way to Jareth, who still hadn't moved, save for a small smirk that crept across his face. She walked right in front of him and gently tilted his head upward with her slender finger.

"Jareth," Her voice danced through the hall into any willing or unwilling ear. "Is it true?" Her hand moved back down to her side as she awaited his answer.

His head moved down and his mismatched eyes looked into the deep blue pools in front of him. "It is."

The Queen turned to her king swiftly.

"Oberon," She walked closer. "If it is true, I do not see why we are sitting her contemplating punishments."

"He blatantly disobeyed the laws Titania." Oberon's voice got dark. He knew that Titania's son had gotten this strong trait from his wife.

"But the Labyrinth finally has a champion!" She rejoiced. "Do you know what this means for the Underground? For us?" The Queen turned back towards her son, whose head hang slightly lower yet was still forward. "Where is she? Where is this conqueror of the Labyrinth?" she looked around expectantly.

Then it all made sense as to why she was not furious with her eldest son. Why she had not burst down the doors in fury and asked all of the Fairy court to leave the room.

Oberon raised his eyebrow again towards Jareth, waiting for him to tell Titania the bad news. That the one and only champion had gotten away. But his mother was glowing. She was always ethereal, but this was different.

Before Jareth had reached his first century of life, his mother had brought in three old mystics from one of the two hidden realms. They had told Titania and Oberon that the Labyrinth, the Underground's strongest point as well as the holder of these two secret realms, would be bested by a mortal. Up until this point, such a thing sounded unheard of. Besides those of Royal blood, no one had ever been able to make it out of the great landscape unless they were helped by the royal family.

They then continued to tell that their most loyal son would take the girl as his bride in a time when death and destruction ran rampant through the land and they they would be the successors of the High Court and no one else could claim that title. Fortunately, that task fell on his youngest brother, Hreidmar, King of the Dwarfs. This particular brother sat in the back of the court room watching his brother with dark eyes.

Jareth sighed and looked away from his mother's now cold expression. "I was unable to keep the Champion." He said, his voice frail for the first time. Titania didn't move. No one did. "That book," he snarled, pointing up at his father who was now holding the book. "left me defenseless."

"My Queen," Oberon stood from his throne and began to walk down the few steps to meet with his wife; the red book in hand. "It seems that our son has cheated." Oberon handed the book over to Titania who took it gingerly. It was known that Jareth wasn't Oberon's favorite son and many thought that the Goblin King had his eyes set on becoming High King. Nothing could be further than the truth.

The fact was, Jareth was content with his kingdom. All his subjects adored him, even the few elves that lived in the wooded areas at the edge of his land took a liking to him. He sought out fair and just punishments for those he ruled and expected nothing less from his higher ups. He loved his kingdom, and would do anything to protect it.

"The Labyrinth?" She asked her son, running her fingers over the cover.

"Your Majesty," Jareth began. "I have no idea how a book like that got into the hands of someone like her, a mere child."

Titania was silent as she thumbed through the pages, her eyes moving quickly before she closed it and passed it back to her husband.

"Everything happens for a reason." She said calmly. Taking both Oberon and Jareth by surprise. She moved to the side of the two men and addressed the court. "It is my knowledge that once in a great while, things seem to fall off of the beaten path. Things are done that we know to be wrong, however, in the grand design, are completely right." She gracefully walked forward.

"I ask that Jareth the Goblin King be given a fair and just punishment for his disloyalty to his family and that of his kingdom. I ask that he retrieve this mortal girl when she has come of age and bring her to the underground, teacher her our ways. He will prepare her for her life here." She smiled, then leaned closer to his ear. "No more parties unless you are chaperoning this girl." Of course she knew his vice. Women. Much like his father, Jareth would do anything to get a woman to lay with him; which usually wasn't much. "Any objections?" She asked her people.


I know, I know. Oberon and Titania as Jareth's parents? Original. A Wedding? SUPER original.

To be honest, I just wanted to write a Labyrinth fic and here I am.

If you enjoy it, feel free to tell me so :D

If not, there are PLENTY of others to chose from lol

THANKS FOR READING! :D

-LorraineJane