Well everyone,
This is the end of my little story. I hope it brought some joy and laughter! I hope it brings me a Green Award nom. (Just kidding!) Well anyway as always please comment on it. A great big thanks to all the listians who let me use you in this. I think it's one of the things that really helped out on the story! As always I don't own Laby or J or any of the chars. Hell I don't even want to claim I own myself sometimes!
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Chapter Five
Jareth promptly fell on the floor by his head sobbing like a child. But hey he was home. A quick leap was given and he landed on his feet. "Why it's my own bed my own room I'm home!" And indeed he was home. The bed was his and so on and so on. He ran about his room doing a little dance that made me wonder if Bowie had slipped him something during the fight.
He quickly grabbed his closet door open and started frantically looking for just the right outfit. It took him about ten minutes to remember that he could change clothes using magic so hey that's what he decided to do. He quickly dressed in a shiny red number complete with Santa hate. (Thank you Lyris!). He jumped up and down on his bed and so on so forth.
"Well I'm as happy as Bowie in a crack based room!" He shouted gleefully. " I'm as merry as a angel I'm as giddy as a school boy!"
Finally he ran out into the town square. The goblins were lazily assembled around toying with chickens and other creatures. As the king appeared the goblins cowered in terror. He walked up to the group and grabbed the first creature he saw. A quick shake was given and Jareth's voice was icy cold. Could it be that Jareth hadn't learned anything at all?
Yes I know that if it was true this whole story would be a waste of time but hey give me some rope for dramatic emphasis. Jeez I'm not used to writing funny stories.
The goblin was held at arm's length and a slow shake was given to the terrified goblin. He was raised quickly to eye level and Jareth's cold orbs peered into his. "What kind of king do you think I am?"
Derek shivered the terror pulling his words from his mouth. " You a good kind yer Lordship," A quick nod was made and mimicked by the other goblins. Jareth offered a smile. Well perhaps it was more of a baring of teeth but hey beggars can't be choosers.
"Well you is that so?" Another chorus of nods rang out. " Now then you know how I hate liars don't you. Now if you lie to me one more time I'll pitch you into the Bog of Eternal Stench before you can even blink."
Derek did blink and at this point was considering his options. He spoke quickly as if cold clipped words would make Jareth hurt him less. "Well yer highness you well do have a tendency to be mean to us goblins." He closed his eyes quickly waiting for the blow to come. Instead he was gently set on his feet.
Jareth looked quickly at the goblin. "Well seeing as you have been so honest I have decided to give you all a gift."
The goblins looked quickly at each other. What was a gift? Was it some new kind of spanking or whip that Jareth had invented? A low sigh was given and Jareth rolled his eyes. A knee was given before he grimaced in disgust as he slid in goblin dung. The goblins didn't laugh they wouldn't dare to. Would you?
It didn't even faze J he merely looked quickly at the goblins. "A gift is a present. Something good someone gives you. I am giving you all an old fashioned holiday." A quick wave of his hand was given and a huge table was created overflowing with good food and a HUGE mistake : liquor.
A smile was given as he waved the goblin towards the table. "Merry Christmas!"
Jareth left his kingdom clothed in somber clothes a big smile on his face. He stood before my door the party noises coming from the inside. He forced the smile off his face as he knocked. Inside we were in the middle of opening presents. I hopped up upon hearing the cold wrapping at the door but Lyris had beat me to it.
She quickly pulled open the door a bright smile on her face. I could see her smile dissipating as I walked towards the door. The welcoming smile on my own face fell as well as I could see the reason that she was so dejected. Jareth stood there his eyes cold as he watched her. Lyris's voice wavered as she spoke to him. "Your Highness what are you doing here?"
Jareth's voice was cold as he looked at her. "You were not at work this morning as we discussed."
Lyris's voice was defiant. " Yes sir we did discuss it and you told me I could have thirteen hours to come to earth and go to Kim's party."
"I did would I Jareth, The Goblin King say something like that?" I cursed Jareth under my breath and picked up my Mother's cut glass punch bowl. I walked quickly carefully as not to spill the bright red punch within and as not to upset the floating ring of sherbert inside it. Lyris was stammering as she got flustered as he managed to get further into my house.
"Well no but you did Jareth. You um well told me I could go."
Jareth's voice once again held the chill of the arctic as he advanced towards me. " Well my Silly Little Bard I have had my fill of this therefore..."
He never got to finish as I walked up behind him and spoke. My voice was cold to match the chill in his own.. "And I have had my fill of you Jareth."And with that I dumped the whole red mess down over his white outfit. Lyris jumped back shocked as some of it spilled on her. I stepped quickly before Jareth awaiting his reaction.
He threw his head up his eyes curling back. Quickly I took a step closer, I had done it and if he was gonna fight with someone it was gonna be me. My back straightened and I was ready to take whatever he was going to do to me. Hell I had done it before. I was ready I always was acting rash but I had learned to accept the consequences of my actions. I was ready for anything he thought to do to me.
He laughed.
I nearly fainted. I had been ready for everything but that jolly completely happy laugh that spread over the room in waves. I must admit my first reflex was to ask him if he was high but something in his eyes stopped me.
Perhaps it was the joy of the season perhaps I felt that we had fought enough for one year but somehow my own laughter meet his and they mingled in the air. One by one as if they were being hit with an electric currant the others in the party started to laugh as well. Jareth just stood there in his red covered suit and laughed and laughed.
His hand fell open and everyone in the party was given a crystal that sparkled like magic snow in the light. When you held it up to your ear you heard "Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas." And though they didn't show you your dreams they did give you plenty of inspiration.
And so Jareth became as good a Master as good a man and as good a king as the magical world have ever known.
This is until New Years when the goblins celebrations had gotten on his nerves and Derek threw up all over his shoes. Then of course he blamed me just like he always does and went back to being a really big jerk.
Hey it's only a story what do you want from me?
Merry Christmas,
Kim, The Manipulative Little Monster
and
Bah Humbug
Jareth, The Goblin King