Welcome to my new fic, peeps! By the way, I'm working underneath this fic on another fic, on Aila's run through the Labyrinth. Those who have read To Face The Enemy would know what I'm talking about. Anyway, here's the summary for this one:
Talisha sa Inglesidee is the wild child daughter of two Fae nobles. She is as low-ranked as noble status can go, and her only talents are writing and causing panic when she spends a night in the woods without permission. But what happens when Jareth, the Goblin King, forces her to write him a story of his Labyrinth to send into the mortal world? She is torn between saving the poor mortals and saving herself from being kicked out from the noble Fae world. And it doesn't help that the Goblin King is a self-centered, rude, and handsome but inconsiderate *******. This is the story of how the book the Labyrinth was written.
Okidoki? Good. Now read, please!
But not before I disclaim this. What you recognize is Jim Henson's, what you don't is mine. *raspberry*
And by the way, and references to 'Ish' or 'Isha', are just shortened names for the main char, Talisha.
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Talisha sa Inglesidee propped herself in a corner of the ballroom, plastering a smile on her face. Another royal occasion, wonderful. Not. She glared beneath her face-paint at the royal prince, dancing dreamy eyed with his fiancé in the center of the floor. It was his engagement and eighteen thousandth birthday, so all the Fae nobles had to be dragged to the palace and made to attend it. Including the Sa Inglesidee family. Talisha, usually called Isha, was stuck near the end of a large Fae family, but they were the lowest-ranked nobles in the Court. In fact, her father was expecting a royal letter any day now, telling them that they were no longer in the noble ranks and had to give up their small lands.
But what her parents, Nainia and Landen, lost in nobility, they made up for with children. There were nine in the family, and her mother was with child again. First was Jhak, now twenty eight thousand years old, followed by Filamae, twenty five thousand years old. Filamae had always been Isha's favorite sister. Next came Risharn, exactly twenty two and a half thousand years in four days, and the twins, Shrinitia and Gladys, at twenty thousand years. Her parents liked to have children the way mortals had them, and counted every thousand years as one human year, figuratively speaking. That also meant they could spend quality time with each child before having another, usually when the one before them started drifting away.
After the twins was Michella, nineteen thousand years, and Talisha, who was now proud to announce that she was exactly eighteen thousand years old. She had been born on the exact day that the prince had been, but had hated him forever because they always had to go to his royal birthday ball and never could organize a birthday occasion for Isha. After her came Serina, at fifteen thousand years, and Taavis, at ten and a half thousand years, and finally Alinan, her youngest brother, at five thousand years. And of course, the new baby coming.
"There you are, pet," Nainia sa Inglesidee glided up, smiling. The gown her lady mother wore had been made to fit her large stomach, and was of second-rate blue silk, but still very fine. Talisha smiled genuinely at the woman, glad to see her.
"Hello, mother. Are you all right? Would you like to sit down?" Isha gestured with long, slender fingers- traditional to the Fae race- at the many chairs and settees that graced the walls of the ballroom. Nainia chuckled merrily, brushing her daughter's cheek with her own dainty hand.
"My darling, you worry too much. I am fine," she smiled. Isha nodded, and brushed the fine crimson silk of her very best gown back into place. It was long and flowing, with flared sleeves and gold-embroidered hems. The neckline swooped down to the perfect height; not so low as to show anything, and not too high as to ruin the effect of her gold locket. Isha's hair was done up at the crown of her head so that her long mahogany curls tumbled down to the base of her neck, with two ringlets framing her face either side. Nainia tilted her head to the side, flicking her gaze ever so slightly to the other side of the room.
"Have you noticed yet, little one, that the famed Goblin King has graced the royal halls again? He hasn't been seen around here since you were but the age of Serina," her mother said. Isha glanced that way, and saw the finely dressed Fae chatting up the daughter of the King's High Advisor. She sniffed, and turned back to her mother.
"Bit of a tease. I've seen him with the daughter of the en Fishorian duke, as well as one of the princesses. He's just another high-nosed nobility," Isha said lightly. She wasn't so sure, though. Nainia winked at her, and wandered off to find Landen. Filamae was the next to visit her, and they chatted for awhile. Her older sister, too, commented on the Goblin King.
"He seems quite nice, Ish. We danced, and I asked questions, like you know I usually do," Filamae exchanged a grin with her younger sister. The Fae woman was known for her chatty behavior on the dance floor.
"And what are you hinting at, 'Mae? You and mother, you're always up to something," Isha mock taunted. Filamae giggled.
"Oh, nothing. He asked who you were, actually," she said casually. Her sister rolled her dark eyes, and crossed her arms.
"'Mae, you know I have absolutely no interest in men," she told the taller, grinning, maiden, who nodded thoughtfully.
"Its true. You'd rather stand here in the corner dreaming up an ending for a current story or devising another way to get yourself into trouble than dance even once," Filamae was silent for a moment, then her eyes twinkled, and in an instant she was firmly towing her sister by the elbow over to the chairs where most maidens were sitting and gossiping. Isha started to protest, but her sister silenced her with a finger.
"It's time for you to be sociable, little bird," she was told. Ish grumbled under her breath. 'Little Bird' was Filamae's private nickname for her. She had been called that since she broke her arm trying to fly out of a tree. 'Mae had taken care of the broken 'wing', teasing her fondly. The two young women took a place near their other sisters, and put a few words into the conversation every now and then. After a few minutes, Isha felt a tap on her shoulder. It was that man, the Goblin King.
"Fair lady, may I have this dance?" He asked, a small smile that could have been a smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes inwardly at his choice of words, but nevertheless placed her dainty hand in his and smiled sweetly.
"Of course, sir," she said pleasantly. Her mother had drilled her endlessly in the proper ladylike manner, and Ish knew as much as any other Court lady, only she sometimes didn't choose to use her manners. The maiden let herself be swept out onto the dance floor, startled to see out of the corner of her eye that her other sisters were looking at her enviously. Directing her gaze back to her partner, she was surprised to see that up close, he was quite good-looking. But that didn't matter. She didn't care for male company. As soon as this dance was over, Ish would go back to being a wallflower.
"I must introduce myself, lady. I am Jareth, the Goblin King," he said politely. Ish smiled again.
"Pleased to meet you, sir. I am Lady Talisha sa Inglesidee, daughter of the Lord Landen," she replied, giving her pitifully small full title. He only smiled back, not giving any notice of how little her title was.
"The pleasure is all mine, milady. Tell me, you like writing, do you not?" Jareth waited as she blinked, trying to think how he'd know that. Of course, Filamae! Her sister had probably told him.
"Yes, I do," she told him, sneaking a glance at her older sister through the dancers. Filamae was grinning at her, and winked. Ish chose not to reply to her sister, and turned back to the Goblin King, who was looking at her thoughtfully.
"Would you show me some of your writing, Lady Talisha?" He asked. Surprised, she nodded.
"Of course, good sir," she said. No one had ever asked to see her work before. Even her lady mother and noble father weren't interested. Jareth smiled, and directed her off the dance floor. Isha led him gracefully up to her rooms, ignoring the cheeky grins of Filamae as they walked out of the double doors. She got over her shock quickly, and brought out her best piece of writing. Wait until her lady mother heard of this!
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Well, there you go! Another story in the making. It starts off a little slow, but will pick up, I promise! Please review!
I would just like to take a moment to ask all you budding writers out there to go and visit my greatest friend Corey, who has started up a site for people like us, who write fiction and poetry! On her site, you can in awards for your stories and poems, too! Please visit! http://feanor.ozefamily.com.au/coreys_place/
Sweet Sunshine,
Seul Loup
Talisha sa Inglesidee is the wild child daughter of two Fae nobles. She is as low-ranked as noble status can go, and her only talents are writing and causing panic when she spends a night in the woods without permission. But what happens when Jareth, the Goblin King, forces her to write him a story of his Labyrinth to send into the mortal world? She is torn between saving the poor mortals and saving herself from being kicked out from the noble Fae world. And it doesn't help that the Goblin King is a self-centered, rude, and handsome but inconsiderate *******. This is the story of how the book the Labyrinth was written.
Okidoki? Good. Now read, please!
But not before I disclaim this. What you recognize is Jim Henson's, what you don't is mine. *raspberry*
And by the way, and references to 'Ish' or 'Isha', are just shortened names for the main char, Talisha.
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Talisha sa Inglesidee propped herself in a corner of the ballroom, plastering a smile on her face. Another royal occasion, wonderful. Not. She glared beneath her face-paint at the royal prince, dancing dreamy eyed with his fiancé in the center of the floor. It was his engagement and eighteen thousandth birthday, so all the Fae nobles had to be dragged to the palace and made to attend it. Including the Sa Inglesidee family. Talisha, usually called Isha, was stuck near the end of a large Fae family, but they were the lowest-ranked nobles in the Court. In fact, her father was expecting a royal letter any day now, telling them that they were no longer in the noble ranks and had to give up their small lands.
But what her parents, Nainia and Landen, lost in nobility, they made up for with children. There were nine in the family, and her mother was with child again. First was Jhak, now twenty eight thousand years old, followed by Filamae, twenty five thousand years old. Filamae had always been Isha's favorite sister. Next came Risharn, exactly twenty two and a half thousand years in four days, and the twins, Shrinitia and Gladys, at twenty thousand years. Her parents liked to have children the way mortals had them, and counted every thousand years as one human year, figuratively speaking. That also meant they could spend quality time with each child before having another, usually when the one before them started drifting away.
After the twins was Michella, nineteen thousand years, and Talisha, who was now proud to announce that she was exactly eighteen thousand years old. She had been born on the exact day that the prince had been, but had hated him forever because they always had to go to his royal birthday ball and never could organize a birthday occasion for Isha. After her came Serina, at fifteen thousand years, and Taavis, at ten and a half thousand years, and finally Alinan, her youngest brother, at five thousand years. And of course, the new baby coming.
"There you are, pet," Nainia sa Inglesidee glided up, smiling. The gown her lady mother wore had been made to fit her large stomach, and was of second-rate blue silk, but still very fine. Talisha smiled genuinely at the woman, glad to see her.
"Hello, mother. Are you all right? Would you like to sit down?" Isha gestured with long, slender fingers- traditional to the Fae race- at the many chairs and settees that graced the walls of the ballroom. Nainia chuckled merrily, brushing her daughter's cheek with her own dainty hand.
"My darling, you worry too much. I am fine," she smiled. Isha nodded, and brushed the fine crimson silk of her very best gown back into place. It was long and flowing, with flared sleeves and gold-embroidered hems. The neckline swooped down to the perfect height; not so low as to show anything, and not too high as to ruin the effect of her gold locket. Isha's hair was done up at the crown of her head so that her long mahogany curls tumbled down to the base of her neck, with two ringlets framing her face either side. Nainia tilted her head to the side, flicking her gaze ever so slightly to the other side of the room.
"Have you noticed yet, little one, that the famed Goblin King has graced the royal halls again? He hasn't been seen around here since you were but the age of Serina," her mother said. Isha glanced that way, and saw the finely dressed Fae chatting up the daughter of the King's High Advisor. She sniffed, and turned back to her mother.
"Bit of a tease. I've seen him with the daughter of the en Fishorian duke, as well as one of the princesses. He's just another high-nosed nobility," Isha said lightly. She wasn't so sure, though. Nainia winked at her, and wandered off to find Landen. Filamae was the next to visit her, and they chatted for awhile. Her older sister, too, commented on the Goblin King.
"He seems quite nice, Ish. We danced, and I asked questions, like you know I usually do," Filamae exchanged a grin with her younger sister. The Fae woman was known for her chatty behavior on the dance floor.
"And what are you hinting at, 'Mae? You and mother, you're always up to something," Isha mock taunted. Filamae giggled.
"Oh, nothing. He asked who you were, actually," she said casually. Her sister rolled her dark eyes, and crossed her arms.
"'Mae, you know I have absolutely no interest in men," she told the taller, grinning, maiden, who nodded thoughtfully.
"Its true. You'd rather stand here in the corner dreaming up an ending for a current story or devising another way to get yourself into trouble than dance even once," Filamae was silent for a moment, then her eyes twinkled, and in an instant she was firmly towing her sister by the elbow over to the chairs where most maidens were sitting and gossiping. Isha started to protest, but her sister silenced her with a finger.
"It's time for you to be sociable, little bird," she was told. Ish grumbled under her breath. 'Little Bird' was Filamae's private nickname for her. She had been called that since she broke her arm trying to fly out of a tree. 'Mae had taken care of the broken 'wing', teasing her fondly. The two young women took a place near their other sisters, and put a few words into the conversation every now and then. After a few minutes, Isha felt a tap on her shoulder. It was that man, the Goblin King.
"Fair lady, may I have this dance?" He asked, a small smile that could have been a smirk on his face. She rolled her eyes inwardly at his choice of words, but nevertheless placed her dainty hand in his and smiled sweetly.
"Of course, sir," she said pleasantly. Her mother had drilled her endlessly in the proper ladylike manner, and Ish knew as much as any other Court lady, only she sometimes didn't choose to use her manners. The maiden let herself be swept out onto the dance floor, startled to see out of the corner of her eye that her other sisters were looking at her enviously. Directing her gaze back to her partner, she was surprised to see that up close, he was quite good-looking. But that didn't matter. She didn't care for male company. As soon as this dance was over, Ish would go back to being a wallflower.
"I must introduce myself, lady. I am Jareth, the Goblin King," he said politely. Ish smiled again.
"Pleased to meet you, sir. I am Lady Talisha sa Inglesidee, daughter of the Lord Landen," she replied, giving her pitifully small full title. He only smiled back, not giving any notice of how little her title was.
"The pleasure is all mine, milady. Tell me, you like writing, do you not?" Jareth waited as she blinked, trying to think how he'd know that. Of course, Filamae! Her sister had probably told him.
"Yes, I do," she told him, sneaking a glance at her older sister through the dancers. Filamae was grinning at her, and winked. Ish chose not to reply to her sister, and turned back to the Goblin King, who was looking at her thoughtfully.
"Would you show me some of your writing, Lady Talisha?" He asked. Surprised, she nodded.
"Of course, good sir," she said. No one had ever asked to see her work before. Even her lady mother and noble father weren't interested. Jareth smiled, and directed her off the dance floor. Isha led him gracefully up to her rooms, ignoring the cheeky grins of Filamae as they walked out of the double doors. She got over her shock quickly, and brought out her best piece of writing. Wait until her lady mother heard of this!
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Well, there you go! Another story in the making. It starts off a little slow, but will pick up, I promise! Please review!
I would just like to take a moment to ask all you budding writers out there to go and visit my greatest friend Corey, who has started up a site for people like us, who write fiction and poetry! On her site, you can in awards for your stories and poems, too! Please visit! http://feanor.ozefamily.com.au/coreys_place/
Sweet Sunshine,
Seul Loup