Disclaimer: Lenna's mine, the rest aren't.
"You must think you're awfully clever, finding a way to get yourself here," Jareth said, his voice like ice.
Lenna rushed to stand up and step out of the pit, a menacing smile playing on her lips as she stood tall, her chin raised in defiance. "Where is Sarah?"
Jareth stepped closer to Lenna, a small part of him surprised when she didn't back up as most did the first time he made that intimidating step, but he paid it no heed as he looked down at her dangerously. "And I suppose you thought you'd save her once you got here," he said mockingly.
"And I will," Lenna replied in confidence. "I'll save her, and I'll knock your ego down several notches when I defeat you."
Jareth couldn't help but let out a dark laugh.
Lenna's eyes narrowed.
"You weren't the one who wished her away. She gave herself to save you. She has closed all doors of escape."
Lenna stared at him, not quite sure what to say.
"And now you've gone and gotten yourself wished away by a girl who I very much doubt will try to get you back." He watched as she tried to find herself a new way out, his smirk growing as hers lessened ever the slightest.
Then Lenna's gaze snapped directly into his eyes, every ounce of confidence radiating off of her again. "What about the loophole?" she asked smugly.
Jareth laughed almost maniacally before shooting her an expression of certainty. "There are never loopholes where I am concerned."
Lenna shrugged and turned around to wander the throne room carelessly. "That's what you think," she said.
Jareth watched her as she explored the room. He knew for a fact that there were no loopholes, but he knew that this girl would be a problem nonetheless. She clearly wasn't simple minded like children and goblins. She had an intellect and a wit about her. If anyone could find a way out, he was certain it would be her and he was even more certain that she, much like him, always got exactly what she wanted.
His mind flicked back to that dreadful night years ago, and he was quick to bring his focus back to the present as he made a mental correction. He almost always got what he wanted. He was curious as to whether or not those rare occasions of disappointment popped up for her as well. And he wondered if this might play to his advantage.
He sighed as he sat back down in his throne, contemplating. He wondered if there might be a way to use Lenna to help him to get Sarah's assistance. He frowned as he watched her stare at one of the candles. No, he had a feeling she wouldn't be an ounce of help.
He let out a sigh and flicked his wrist, transporting himself to the quiet solitude of his library. She could fend for herself in the castle. She was far too old and far too focused on her friend-or so he wished to tell himself- for him to worry about what damage she might leave in his castle when left unattended.
And that's when the best idea in the Underground hit him. An evil grin spread across his face, and he flicked his wrist to vanish, reappearing in Sarah's room.
Sarah ignored his presence, more interested in looking at the junkyard than at the Goblin King.
"Your friend has arrived," he said.
Sarah looked over at him, glaring. His tone had been menacing, as usual. "That's impossible," she informed him confidently.
Jareth leaned against the wall and tugged at his gloves nonchalantly. "Oh, I beg to differ, precious. Your friend is a very smart girl, and she managed to get herself wished here by some silly mortal," he informed her, forming a crystal and rolling it between his hands.
When Sarah saw the crystal stop abruptly out of the corner of her eye, she looked directly into it to see her friend's image, and her jaw dropped. Lenna was sitting in the pit in the throne room, laughing as she played with the goblins.
"I'll make a deal with you, my pet," he said. "I won't hurt her. In fact, I'll even give her the option of whether to stay or go. But in return, I will need you to become a part of my kingdom. One of my doting subjects."