The Goblin who had established the dangerous plan held the queen's tray of
food prepared for dinner, the poison already in her drink. He shifted
uncomfortably and guilt started seeping through his weak poker-face. He
took several deep breaths and strode down the hall towards the large, fancy
dining room. He knocked on the door twice.
"Enter."
The king's voice was muffled by the heavy doors, and the Goblin had an effort balancing the tray while trying to pull open the impossibly shaped marble.
"My queen," the Goblin addressed Sarah, stepping seriously before Sarah. She giggled lightly.
"Why so serious, umm..." she snapped her fingers to try and remember his name, but gave it up. "Umm.. Goblin? You look as if somebody's died."
Slowly, the Goblin's mouth turned up into a pitiful, suffering smile. "Better, my queen?"
Sarah grinned slyly, giving a soft glance to Jareth before speaking. "Slightly."
"I think the queen would like her dinner," Jareth whispered harshly.
"Oh, right," the Goblin hurried to set the tray down in front of Sarah, who cast another look at the Goblin king.
"You're so tense, Jareth! Why don't you relax a bit? It's only my birthday, I don't mind if everything's perfect," Sarah shoved Jareth's shoulder playfully. "Untense.. UNTENSE..."
Jareth merely batted her hand away, clearing his throat. The Goblin rolled his eyes at the disgusting thing that was going on in front of him. The Jareth he remembered from a time ago, would NOT have just 'batted her hand away'. He would have shouted, or said something like, 'You dare touch me!?' or something along those lines. But this was just sickening. He really HAD gone soft.
"Ah well, can't win them all," Sarah muttered, a smile still planted on her face. "Okay!" She clapped her hands once. "Let's see how well you guys can cook!"
The Goblin didn't laugh.
Sarah took her inconspicuous left hand away from Jareth's (which the Goblin had failed to notice upon entering the room, or he would have been ever MORE disgusted), and began to eat. But before she took one bite, she stopped. "Oh! You need to get Jareth his food, first. It's not very polite to eat in front of someone, and I'm STARVING."
Jareth gave a weak smile and said, "I'm not that hungry, Sarah."
"Don't be ridiculous," Sarah continued cheerfully, "The great king of the Goblins has to eat sometime too, you know - you haven't eaten all day."
Jareth perked up for a moment when he said, "You're so gorgeous when you smile so."
At this, the Goblin couldn't take much more blech, so he left the room before they could get any more mushy in his presence. "Sir, your dinner is coming."
"Hurry it up," Jareth called after him.
"I thought you said you weren't hungry?" Sarah wondered teasingly.
"I changed my mind," Jareth huffed, smiling a bit to Sarah. Even when he was relaxed he looked carved out of stone he was so stiff.
They waited. Finally a few minutes later, the dinner came, the same Goblin carrying the king's tray. "Sir, your food," he said, his eyes darting instantaneously towards Sarah to see if she had touched her cup. He was mildly disappointed when he saw that she hadn't.
He stood there. Sarah and Jareth stared at him. He didn't notice them.
"Goblin!" Jareth shouted, annoyed. The Goblin started.
"Yes?" He asked, feeling irritated that Jareth didn't use him name. Though he never did.
"Leave?" Jareth suggested.
"Just a moment, sir.." the Goblin dared to object.
"And...why?" Jareth asked icily.
"Umm.."
"I suggest you get out of here, if you know what's good for you!" Jareth said on the verge of yelling.
Sarah gave him a comforting hand. "Jareth..."
Jareth huffed and stared at the ceiling momentarily before continuing. "I suggest you leave," he repeated softly.
"Sure," the Goblin left the room reluctantly.
Swiftly, three other Goblin's accompanied the first.
"Did you give it to her?" One asked eagerly.
"Ssh!" He peered towards the door before continuing. "Yes I did, but she hasn't drunken anything yet. We need to find a place we can watch them from!"
"There's a window on the door to the kitchen... and the kitchen will se the backs of them. We will be able to tell when she takes a drink," one of the Goblins said excitedly.
"Let's hurry!" Another one said, running towards the kitchen. The others followed.
"This is pretty good - has that Goblin cooked before?" Sarah asked, taking another bite of her pasta salad.
"I don't pay attention," Jareth said.
Ever since Sarah arrived at the castle, different Goblins had cooked every day. Some days were better than others, but Sarah especially enjoyed this round of Goblin's jobs on the dinner.
"I just told them to make the dinner their best because it was for your birthday."
Sarah gave him a wary glance. "Yeah right," she snorted, "I bet you had to throw one across the room first..."
"Just one," Jareth replied.
Sarah rolled her eyes and picked up her glass to take a drink. The Goblins behind the door watched intently, not blinking, their eyes as wide as golf balls.
"A toast!" She giggled, lifting her glass.
"For you, my queen," Jareth murmured softly. he lifted his own glass, and they crossed cups to drink from the other's.
Panicked, the Goblins started to fall over each other behind the kitchen door.
"Oh no!" One whispered, hopping up and down as if he had to use the bathroom.
"Jareth's going to get poisoned!" Another muttered, hushed. The other two were running around in sheer panic, and the first one began to bang his head against the wall.
"What do we do? What do we do? What do we do!?" One Goblin shrieked. In a hustle, they were back, watching through the window.
They were about to sip each other's drink when Sarah suddenly pulled her cup away, gasping.
"There's a spider next to your plate, Jareth!" Sarah pointed, setting her glass down.
The Goblins behind the door let out sighs of relief.
"It's just a small spider, Sarah! I can't believe you can't kill it on your own," He grumbled, squashing the spider with his napkin.
"Yes, but they're gross little critters," Sarah said.
"So are Goblins..." Jareth trailed off. This got Sarah to laugh.
"You're so horrible at humor, Jareth, you need to work on that," Sarah said, snickering.
"How about we try again?" Jareth asked.
"Okay!" Sarah agreed. "A toast to me!" She smiled beside herself and Jareth gave a weak little grin.
The Goblins started to panic again, but Sarah raised her cup to her own lips. They calmed down and watched more intently than ever. the cup reached her lips - she tilted the cup ever so slightly, yes... yes... they were in such suspense, that one of the Goblins - who knows which - accidentally fell against the door handle and all four of them came tumbling out onto the dining room floor. Sarah stopped and set her cup down in amazement.
"What IS this!?" Jareth growled at the mess of Goblins on the floor. "What are you DOING HERE!?"
"Jareth-" Sarah tried to say, but he interrupted.
"No, no, I will not permit you bumbling idiots to eavesdrop on a private dinner! If you four were any smarter, which I doubt you could ever get to be because already you're the lowest of all low pathetic beasts I've ever come across, you'd be out of here, stumbling over your abnormally large feet shouting apologies behind your backs! NOW WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY!?" Jareth stomped dangerously on the floor.
Instantly from cowering under the deadly king, they hopped up and literally FLEW down the hall, doing just as he said they should be doing. They didn't dare take one last look around before they disappeared around a corner.
Jareth's eyes were down to slits; this was one of the rare occasions he lost his temper those days. There had only been a few minor slip ups, but this was one time he was enraged beyond reason.
"Jareth," Sarah whispered softly, getting up slowly from her chair and taking her husband around the middle comfortingly. "Calm down. It's all right."
"It is NOT all right," Jareth huffed stiffly as ever, "They ruined your birthday dinner."
"No they didn't," Sarah smiled assuringly, "They just made the night more interesting..."
Jareth still seemed uncomfortable when he sat back down in his chair next to Sarah, who had settled down again and was taking her glass up again. She gave her husband a one armed hug before draining the cup from it's contents. 'I love you, Jareth," she said, smiling warmly.
"I love YOU, Sarah, my queen," Jareth said smoothly in reply.
A/N: Next chapter will be up soon! Maybe.. I think.. ah well, to heck with it. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, but hopefully SOMETIME before next week.. (MY birthday!) YAY! :)
"Enter."
The king's voice was muffled by the heavy doors, and the Goblin had an effort balancing the tray while trying to pull open the impossibly shaped marble.
"My queen," the Goblin addressed Sarah, stepping seriously before Sarah. She giggled lightly.
"Why so serious, umm..." she snapped her fingers to try and remember his name, but gave it up. "Umm.. Goblin? You look as if somebody's died."
Slowly, the Goblin's mouth turned up into a pitiful, suffering smile. "Better, my queen?"
Sarah grinned slyly, giving a soft glance to Jareth before speaking. "Slightly."
"I think the queen would like her dinner," Jareth whispered harshly.
"Oh, right," the Goblin hurried to set the tray down in front of Sarah, who cast another look at the Goblin king.
"You're so tense, Jareth! Why don't you relax a bit? It's only my birthday, I don't mind if everything's perfect," Sarah shoved Jareth's shoulder playfully. "Untense.. UNTENSE..."
Jareth merely batted her hand away, clearing his throat. The Goblin rolled his eyes at the disgusting thing that was going on in front of him. The Jareth he remembered from a time ago, would NOT have just 'batted her hand away'. He would have shouted, or said something like, 'You dare touch me!?' or something along those lines. But this was just sickening. He really HAD gone soft.
"Ah well, can't win them all," Sarah muttered, a smile still planted on her face. "Okay!" She clapped her hands once. "Let's see how well you guys can cook!"
The Goblin didn't laugh.
Sarah took her inconspicuous left hand away from Jareth's (which the Goblin had failed to notice upon entering the room, or he would have been ever MORE disgusted), and began to eat. But before she took one bite, she stopped. "Oh! You need to get Jareth his food, first. It's not very polite to eat in front of someone, and I'm STARVING."
Jareth gave a weak smile and said, "I'm not that hungry, Sarah."
"Don't be ridiculous," Sarah continued cheerfully, "The great king of the Goblins has to eat sometime too, you know - you haven't eaten all day."
Jareth perked up for a moment when he said, "You're so gorgeous when you smile so."
At this, the Goblin couldn't take much more blech, so he left the room before they could get any more mushy in his presence. "Sir, your dinner is coming."
"Hurry it up," Jareth called after him.
"I thought you said you weren't hungry?" Sarah wondered teasingly.
"I changed my mind," Jareth huffed, smiling a bit to Sarah. Even when he was relaxed he looked carved out of stone he was so stiff.
They waited. Finally a few minutes later, the dinner came, the same Goblin carrying the king's tray. "Sir, your food," he said, his eyes darting instantaneously towards Sarah to see if she had touched her cup. He was mildly disappointed when he saw that she hadn't.
He stood there. Sarah and Jareth stared at him. He didn't notice them.
"Goblin!" Jareth shouted, annoyed. The Goblin started.
"Yes?" He asked, feeling irritated that Jareth didn't use him name. Though he never did.
"Leave?" Jareth suggested.
"Just a moment, sir.." the Goblin dared to object.
"And...why?" Jareth asked icily.
"Umm.."
"I suggest you get out of here, if you know what's good for you!" Jareth said on the verge of yelling.
Sarah gave him a comforting hand. "Jareth..."
Jareth huffed and stared at the ceiling momentarily before continuing. "I suggest you leave," he repeated softly.
"Sure," the Goblin left the room reluctantly.
Swiftly, three other Goblin's accompanied the first.
"Did you give it to her?" One asked eagerly.
"Ssh!" He peered towards the door before continuing. "Yes I did, but she hasn't drunken anything yet. We need to find a place we can watch them from!"
"There's a window on the door to the kitchen... and the kitchen will se the backs of them. We will be able to tell when she takes a drink," one of the Goblins said excitedly.
"Let's hurry!" Another one said, running towards the kitchen. The others followed.
"This is pretty good - has that Goblin cooked before?" Sarah asked, taking another bite of her pasta salad.
"I don't pay attention," Jareth said.
Ever since Sarah arrived at the castle, different Goblins had cooked every day. Some days were better than others, but Sarah especially enjoyed this round of Goblin's jobs on the dinner.
"I just told them to make the dinner their best because it was for your birthday."
Sarah gave him a wary glance. "Yeah right," she snorted, "I bet you had to throw one across the room first..."
"Just one," Jareth replied.
Sarah rolled her eyes and picked up her glass to take a drink. The Goblins behind the door watched intently, not blinking, their eyes as wide as golf balls.
"A toast!" She giggled, lifting her glass.
"For you, my queen," Jareth murmured softly. he lifted his own glass, and they crossed cups to drink from the other's.
Panicked, the Goblins started to fall over each other behind the kitchen door.
"Oh no!" One whispered, hopping up and down as if he had to use the bathroom.
"Jareth's going to get poisoned!" Another muttered, hushed. The other two were running around in sheer panic, and the first one began to bang his head against the wall.
"What do we do? What do we do? What do we do!?" One Goblin shrieked. In a hustle, they were back, watching through the window.
They were about to sip each other's drink when Sarah suddenly pulled her cup away, gasping.
"There's a spider next to your plate, Jareth!" Sarah pointed, setting her glass down.
The Goblins behind the door let out sighs of relief.
"It's just a small spider, Sarah! I can't believe you can't kill it on your own," He grumbled, squashing the spider with his napkin.
"Yes, but they're gross little critters," Sarah said.
"So are Goblins..." Jareth trailed off. This got Sarah to laugh.
"You're so horrible at humor, Jareth, you need to work on that," Sarah said, snickering.
"How about we try again?" Jareth asked.
"Okay!" Sarah agreed. "A toast to me!" She smiled beside herself and Jareth gave a weak little grin.
The Goblins started to panic again, but Sarah raised her cup to her own lips. They calmed down and watched more intently than ever. the cup reached her lips - she tilted the cup ever so slightly, yes... yes... they were in such suspense, that one of the Goblins - who knows which - accidentally fell against the door handle and all four of them came tumbling out onto the dining room floor. Sarah stopped and set her cup down in amazement.
"What IS this!?" Jareth growled at the mess of Goblins on the floor. "What are you DOING HERE!?"
"Jareth-" Sarah tried to say, but he interrupted.
"No, no, I will not permit you bumbling idiots to eavesdrop on a private dinner! If you four were any smarter, which I doubt you could ever get to be because already you're the lowest of all low pathetic beasts I've ever come across, you'd be out of here, stumbling over your abnormally large feet shouting apologies behind your backs! NOW WHAT HAVE YOU TO SAY!?" Jareth stomped dangerously on the floor.
Instantly from cowering under the deadly king, they hopped up and literally FLEW down the hall, doing just as he said they should be doing. They didn't dare take one last look around before they disappeared around a corner.
Jareth's eyes were down to slits; this was one of the rare occasions he lost his temper those days. There had only been a few minor slip ups, but this was one time he was enraged beyond reason.
"Jareth," Sarah whispered softly, getting up slowly from her chair and taking her husband around the middle comfortingly. "Calm down. It's all right."
"It is NOT all right," Jareth huffed stiffly as ever, "They ruined your birthday dinner."
"No they didn't," Sarah smiled assuringly, "They just made the night more interesting..."
Jareth still seemed uncomfortable when he sat back down in his chair next to Sarah, who had settled down again and was taking her glass up again. She gave her husband a one armed hug before draining the cup from it's contents. 'I love you, Jareth," she said, smiling warmly.
"I love YOU, Sarah, my queen," Jareth said smoothly in reply.
A/N: Next chapter will be up soon! Maybe.. I think.. ah well, to heck with it. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, but hopefully SOMETIME before next week.. (MY birthday!) YAY! :)