Jareth's Story, Part 3
by
Delkon
Disclaimer: I own no characters from the movie Labyrinth. I also own no money, so please don't sue...
"Finlay?"
"Finlay?" A hand reached out and shook Finlay's shoulder.
"Huh? What? Oh, Prince Regan! What happened? Where is?" Finlay looked around and realized that he was in the prince's chambers, seated at one of the tables by the fireplace that took up a large part of the formal greeting chamber.
"Where's who? Princess Marjolie? Gone home with her sister. Don't you remember? You and she danced all night and after the dance was over, you two talked for a good hour while Angelique and I had a discussion with my father." Prince Regan said as he plopped down into a chair that was to Finlay's right, propping his feet up in another chair.
"We did? Dance? Talk?" Finlay asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"Yes, you did. Dance. Talk. And apparently had a better time than anybody else there." Prince Regan replied as he took the bear mask off the top of his head and threw it onto the table in front of Finlay.
Finlay reached up and realized that he was still wearing his mask and took it off as well, carefully placing it on the table next to the prince's. He closed his eyes.
"I remember going up to the princess, and when I was about to escort her down the stairs, she started to curtsy and when I grabbed her...something happened, and the next thing I know, you're talking to me here in your chambers. I don't remember dancing or talking or anything that you said took place." Finlay said, opening his eyes and looked over at the prince as he took off his dancing shoes.
"Ah! Much better! So you say something happened? Do you think it could've been a spell? I've heard that King Culden's been dabbling in the stuff. How do you feel? Did it feel like a spell? Do you need 'Treebark' to look at you?" Prince Regan asked as he kicked his dancing shoes under the chair in front of him.
"It didn't feel like a spell of any sort. I really don't remember and I don't think Triebert would be able to help. At least not tonight. It's getting late, isn't it?" Finlay asked as he slowly got up to his feet.
Prince Regan also stood up and walked Finlay over to the door to his chambers. "It is approaching midnight. Why don't you go to your room and, in the morning, we'll both go see Triebert." He said, opening the door and motioning the guards outside to stand aside and let Finlay leave.
"That sounds good. Maybe he can come up with an explanation. Well, goodnight, your highness." Finlay said, walking down the hall.
"Goodnight, peasant boy." Prince Regan replied good-naturedly.
Finlay walked throughout the castle finally getting to the outer wall by where his father's house stood. He walked inside carefully, so not to disturb his father or the hunting birds his father kept in the front of the small building that being the Royal Falconer had provided him with. He slowly made his way up to his room in the attic and, without even undressing, fell into bed and went promptly to sleep.
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"Are you sure you need to do all this?" Finlay asked of the old man leaning over him, both of his gnarled hands keeping Finlay's right eye open as he stared into it.
"Quite sure, quite sure. I've just about...Ah! Got it!" With that said, the old man released his hold on Finlay's head, and as the young man shook his head and blinked rapidly, the old man made his way over to a crowded bookshelf leaning against one of the walls in his quarters.
Reaching up, Triebert, the old man who was the prince's tutor, pulled down a very old and very dusty book. Ignoring the dust, he opened the book, flipped through the pages, ran a finger down the page he had stopped on, pointed at it, and said, "Aha!"
"What?" Prince Regan and Finlay asked at the same time.
"You've apparently found your...true love." He replied, coughing as he did so.
"What?!?" Finlay shouted, hoping that he had misheard.
"Your true love, boy. The woman you're destined to marry. She is to be yours and you're meant to be hers. It's very, very rare that people ever find their true loves and for you to have done so while you're both still young is rarer still." Triebert stated in a somewhat subdued tone as he walked back over to where Finlay and Prince Regan were seated.
Finlay looked over at the prince, thinking that he'd be just as shocked at the idea as he was, but saw that the prince was fidgeting in his chair, his face turning purple as he struggled to keep something in. Finlay heard him when it got to be too much for the prince.
"True love! The Princess!" With that, Prince Regan fell to the floor, laughing as hard as he could. He continued to laugh even as Triebert walked over to where Finlay sat, motionless.
"See here? The book says..." Triebert started to explain, but Finlay didn't want to hear it. He shot up out of his chair, knocking the book out of Triebert's hands as he did so. He stepped over the still-laughing prince and left the room.
Triebert looked down at the prince, frowning. A little time later, the prince finally was able to collect himself enough to get off the floor and sit back down. He looked over at where Finlay had left the room and then back at Triebert. "You are serious? Finlay's true love is the Princess Marjolie?" He asked, sounding serious, but still smiling broadly.
"Yes, unfortunately, she is."
*~*~*~*
by
Delkon
Disclaimer: I own no characters from the movie Labyrinth. I also own no money, so please don't sue...
"Finlay?"
"Finlay?" A hand reached out and shook Finlay's shoulder.
"Huh? What? Oh, Prince Regan! What happened? Where is?" Finlay looked around and realized that he was in the prince's chambers, seated at one of the tables by the fireplace that took up a large part of the formal greeting chamber.
"Where's who? Princess Marjolie? Gone home with her sister. Don't you remember? You and she danced all night and after the dance was over, you two talked for a good hour while Angelique and I had a discussion with my father." Prince Regan said as he plopped down into a chair that was to Finlay's right, propping his feet up in another chair.
"We did? Dance? Talk?" Finlay asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"Yes, you did. Dance. Talk. And apparently had a better time than anybody else there." Prince Regan replied as he took the bear mask off the top of his head and threw it onto the table in front of Finlay.
Finlay reached up and realized that he was still wearing his mask and took it off as well, carefully placing it on the table next to the prince's. He closed his eyes.
"I remember going up to the princess, and when I was about to escort her down the stairs, she started to curtsy and when I grabbed her...something happened, and the next thing I know, you're talking to me here in your chambers. I don't remember dancing or talking or anything that you said took place." Finlay said, opening his eyes and looked over at the prince as he took off his dancing shoes.
"Ah! Much better! So you say something happened? Do you think it could've been a spell? I've heard that King Culden's been dabbling in the stuff. How do you feel? Did it feel like a spell? Do you need 'Treebark' to look at you?" Prince Regan asked as he kicked his dancing shoes under the chair in front of him.
"It didn't feel like a spell of any sort. I really don't remember and I don't think Triebert would be able to help. At least not tonight. It's getting late, isn't it?" Finlay asked as he slowly got up to his feet.
Prince Regan also stood up and walked Finlay over to the door to his chambers. "It is approaching midnight. Why don't you go to your room and, in the morning, we'll both go see Triebert." He said, opening the door and motioning the guards outside to stand aside and let Finlay leave.
"That sounds good. Maybe he can come up with an explanation. Well, goodnight, your highness." Finlay said, walking down the hall.
"Goodnight, peasant boy." Prince Regan replied good-naturedly.
Finlay walked throughout the castle finally getting to the outer wall by where his father's house stood. He walked inside carefully, so not to disturb his father or the hunting birds his father kept in the front of the small building that being the Royal Falconer had provided him with. He slowly made his way up to his room in the attic and, without even undressing, fell into bed and went promptly to sleep.
*~*~*~*
"Are you sure you need to do all this?" Finlay asked of the old man leaning over him, both of his gnarled hands keeping Finlay's right eye open as he stared into it.
"Quite sure, quite sure. I've just about...Ah! Got it!" With that said, the old man released his hold on Finlay's head, and as the young man shook his head and blinked rapidly, the old man made his way over to a crowded bookshelf leaning against one of the walls in his quarters.
Reaching up, Triebert, the old man who was the prince's tutor, pulled down a very old and very dusty book. Ignoring the dust, he opened the book, flipped through the pages, ran a finger down the page he had stopped on, pointed at it, and said, "Aha!"
"What?" Prince Regan and Finlay asked at the same time.
"You've apparently found your...true love." He replied, coughing as he did so.
"What?!?" Finlay shouted, hoping that he had misheard.
"Your true love, boy. The woman you're destined to marry. She is to be yours and you're meant to be hers. It's very, very rare that people ever find their true loves and for you to have done so while you're both still young is rarer still." Triebert stated in a somewhat subdued tone as he walked back over to where Finlay and Prince Regan were seated.
Finlay looked over at the prince, thinking that he'd be just as shocked at the idea as he was, but saw that the prince was fidgeting in his chair, his face turning purple as he struggled to keep something in. Finlay heard him when it got to be too much for the prince.
"True love! The Princess!" With that, Prince Regan fell to the floor, laughing as hard as he could. He continued to laugh even as Triebert walked over to where Finlay sat, motionless.
"See here? The book says..." Triebert started to explain, but Finlay didn't want to hear it. He shot up out of his chair, knocking the book out of Triebert's hands as he did so. He stepped over the still-laughing prince and left the room.
Triebert looked down at the prince, frowning. A little time later, the prince finally was able to collect himself enough to get off the floor and sit back down. He looked over at where Finlay had left the room and then back at Triebert. "You are serious? Finlay's true love is the Princess Marjolie?" He asked, sounding serious, but still smiling broadly.
"Yes, unfortunately, she is."
*~*~*~*