DISCLAIMER: If it's a character, setting, idea, theme, dialog, etc from "Labyrinth", it's (c) Henson, Lucas, Froud, Bowie, Connelly, etc, and does not belong to any of the authors. The goblin with the washcloth hat belongs to / is hawthorne-cat.

This is a collaboration with spike30 on deviantArt. I wrote the intro and for the Interviewer. He wrote for the Goblin King. Each of us wrote some of the in-between description / narration. I did some editing for smoothness.

Please see A/N after for info on the little goblin.


Trying to do a lightning search of her own memory while having the Goblin King not-quite staring at her through such a highly unlikely medium as silvered glass, the interviewer can't quite recall just how very many letters she had sent during this slightly more than year-long quest for information.

Interviewer – My apologies for the unspecific question, Your Majesty, and I appreciate your generosity in the reply. I meant no insult in claiming that your world is unknown; rather you have probably noticed that there are countless different legends and stories and cultural traditions that involve what we call "magic" and could possibly relate to your realm, but I don't think that they would all have been seeded by you and your subjects. Now, I freely admit to having written many letters during my active search to understand.

She shakes her head, realizing that her preparation in forming questions was inadequate to this moment, at least, and possibly to this entire conversation. She suspects that her counterpart will have more of his questions answered, those both asked and left unasked, than she will.

Interviewer – Knowing that I follow somewhat obsolete letter-writing conventions, I dare ask this: What information was in the full address header of that letter?

GK – I never look for anything more than the return sender's name. After all, as acting monarch, I must know whom I address. This particular letter must have been routed through the system more than a few times; by the time it arrived on my desk all I could make out of the name was 'Will'.

The smirk returns during these few sentences, that devious smirk, as he continues looking the girl over, attempting to soak in every possible detail about her.


A/N: please see my profile for links to spike30 and hawthorne-cat.
As always, please comment and help me spot typos, etc. Reviews and comments are more than welcome!