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A/N: Erotes I woman made from man out of Christian/Jewish/Catholic religious beliefs of creation. It fit the star so I thought, 'hey what the heck' and shoved it in ^_~. BTW, thanx a bunch for reviewing every chapter *hugs*! Everyone in regards to Lori: you're just going to have to read an find out! *evil chuckle* don't worry, I always explain things in the end!
Part 3
"Light to darkness Ownership. Taken. Ve del las mesgad?n arttem? vurlisqe burdumn."
"Barak!"
The narrow shoulders of a tall, gray cloaked figure jerked straight. The figure turned to the voice, wide hood falling back to reveal a narrow face, all points and sharp angles set in deeply tanned skin and adorned by a dark gray goatee. His head had long since gone bald except for the narrow sideburns that traveled down the cheek, stopping and inch on either side of the thin lipped mouth. Slate colored eyes narrowed irritably, "I was in the middle."
The leprechaun king's leather clad figure stepped over to the tall black caldron resting upon clawed feet before his advisor. A gloved hand waved impatiently, "Yes yes, some spell or another. This does not concern."
Biting, "It will if it is not completed in time to hide the presence of our," he paused, mouth quirking cruelly. "Our, guest from Jareth's magic."
Resgan's eyebrows rose mockingly, "Oh, then by all means, complete the spell before that can happen." He clutched hold of Barak's rode, voice rising, "Oh, please sir wise one, save me from the wrath of the impotent Goblin King!"
The warlock snorted and impatiently shrugged his king off.
Bright green eyes twinkled under brown black eyebrows, "I am not afraid of the Goblin King Alberich, how can I be?" Resgen began to circle the room, "He has no kingdom, no ties, no sources, no resources, and," he pointed a finger at Barek. "No power. He's weak, pathetic. Allowing a mere girl to destroy him so!" he paused. "Though, I will admit, a very enticing girl at that." Cruel smile met cool indifference. Resgan threw up his hands, "Oh, fine! Have it your way you old coot." He gestured angrily at the caldron, "Finish your spell old man. I'll leave thee be and go 'pester' our guest." A flick of his wrist, a clash of smoke and the leprechaun was gone.
The warlock sighed, "Damn him." Cold eyes glittered, "Not even a drunken fool would have thus spoken to a de les Alberich before." he sighed again, eyes focusing on a raven perched upon the windowsill, "How quickly a family can fall, eh Zaadun?"
The raven croaked, rustled its feather, the settled back into a contemplative silence.
A grim smile turned the corners of Barak Minasmore de les Alberich's pale pink mouth, "Light to darkness Ownership. Taken. Ve del las mesgad?n arttem? vurlisqe burdumn."
* * *
Sarah sighed contentedly for the dozenth time since being shown to her new room in the leprechaun castle: Castle Diabhal-re. Less then an hour ago she had been sobbing her withered heart out over him, and now she was here, being treated like a princess. Life could defiantly be good on occasion.
Again, wide hazel eyes eagerly took in the extraordinary frosty, blue green interior. Teal silk bed lines, covered by a delicately crocheted throw blanket, and a literal sea of matching pillows. The floors were carpeted and the walls painted a few colors darker then the bed. A large bay window was set into the wall a few feet away from the bed while a large, turquoise fireplace was situated on the other side of the room. Around the hearth were placed a plush hardwood chaise lounge as well as two matching chairs and a low rectangular chow table. A few tasteful pictures of fruit and furry animals adorned the wall space.
Her languid study of the room was abruptly interrupted by a loud clash of thunder followed by a short burst of light resulting in a person sized cloud of gray green smoke to billow into the air. Sarah's gaze focused on the solid form of the leprechaun king, now clothed in dark green, almost black colored leather. She watched, calmly as he strode towards her, stopping at the arm of the chair.
"Enjoying your chambers my pet?" his cool voice slid silkily over her ear.
A wry smile tweaked the corners of Sarah's mouth, her head turned until their noses brushed, "Yes, in fact I was."
Resgan laughed aloud and strode into the center of the room, "It is lovely isn't it?" voice vain, he turned a circle taking in the details of the place before glittering emerald eyes met Sarah's own, "Now, my darling. Business first."
Sarah settled herself comfortably in her chair, gaze pointedly flicking to the companion chair, "Yes, do discuss what it is exactly you have in mind."
The leprechaun smirked and sauntered over to the chaise lounge, draping his lithe body of the patterned silk cushioning, "Well, it's actually quite simple. Because the Goblin Kingdom has been left bereft of a king for over four years it is 'open pickings'."
Sarah snorted loudly, "Are you telling me you want me to help you get kingship of the Goblin Kingdom? Gods, are you loony? Why on earth would you want the Goblin Kingdom?"
Resgan's eyes flashed annoyance, "Obtaining kingship of the Goblin Throne is merely a means to an end. a means to both our ends."
The brunette sighed heavily, "Explain."
Jaw tightening, he ignored the mortal's insolence, she'll learn soon enough. Aloud, "To gain kingship of the Goblin Kingdom in particular requires that you one: prove that you can rule its subjects, the goblins. This I can accomplish easily enough. The second rite of passage, so to speak, is more difficult. It is also what has foiled all other attempts."
"Again with the loony; what is with you people's obsession with the Goblin Kingdom," Sarah brow furrowed in a condescending smirk. "I mean, have you ever seen the castle, let alone the rest of it?" she shook her head, "It's disgust."
"Will you shut up for one second and let me finish?" Resgan snapped. The mortal may have been pretty, but he didn't have to take a dressing down from her.
Sarah looked startled, before her gaze hardened, "Fine, finish." She waved her imperiously.
Taking in a deep breath of air he continued, "There is something the Goblin Kingdom has that is like nothing else found in existence; something of innumerably power. it's also the second thing the candidate for the throne must prove they can conquer." She paused, caught and held Sarah's gaze, "That Labyrinth is highly coveted by many, human. Unfortunately, none has been able to yet control it for centuries except one."
Understanding bloomed in Sarah's eyes, "Jareth."
Resgan nodded.
A small line appeared on her forehead, "So, how exactly do I fit into all this?"
Voice dripping with sensuality, "You're something that no other candidate has had access to before: the first and only one to complete the Labyrinth and thwart its various tricks. A commendable accomplishment by the way." Resgan's fingers drifted in lazy circles through the air, causing small tendrils of smoke to curl and rise around the digits, wrapping easily around his entire hand.
"I still don't see."
"I will appease the goblins; while you, my dear, subdue the Labyrinth. Once both are accomplished, the kingdom will be ours and out of Jareth's grasp forever."
Sarah shook her head slightly, mouth opening, voice dripping contempt, "That's your plan. Ruin him through politics."
The leprechaun's mouth twitched comically, "And what did you have in mind, Sarah?"
She crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest, "I don't think a knife in the back would be completely uncalled for. Maybe even poet, really."
Resgan waved away her suggestion, "Believe me, this plan has much more finesse. Death is too easy for dear Jareth. this will cut much closer to home. Trust me."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, taking on a speculative gleam, "What makes you hate him so?"
Eyes cold, he pointed at her to better drive his point across, "That is a story for another time." Rising gracefully, the smoke grew denser, "Now, do enjoy yourself. I'll make sure the servants bring up a tray for you." With that he was gone, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts.
TBC
A/N: so sorry for the delay, my stupid computer wouldn't read the floppy this was on, so I had to re-type it. As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!
A/N: Erotes I woman made from man out of Christian/Jewish/Catholic religious beliefs of creation. It fit the star so I thought, 'hey what the heck' and shoved it in ^_~. BTW, thanx a bunch for reviewing every chapter *hugs*! Everyone in regards to Lori: you're just going to have to read an find out! *evil chuckle* don't worry, I always explain things in the end!
Part 3
"Light to darkness Ownership. Taken. Ve del las mesgad?n arttem? vurlisqe burdumn."
"Barak!"
The narrow shoulders of a tall, gray cloaked figure jerked straight. The figure turned to the voice, wide hood falling back to reveal a narrow face, all points and sharp angles set in deeply tanned skin and adorned by a dark gray goatee. His head had long since gone bald except for the narrow sideburns that traveled down the cheek, stopping and inch on either side of the thin lipped mouth. Slate colored eyes narrowed irritably, "I was in the middle."
The leprechaun king's leather clad figure stepped over to the tall black caldron resting upon clawed feet before his advisor. A gloved hand waved impatiently, "Yes yes, some spell or another. This does not concern."
Biting, "It will if it is not completed in time to hide the presence of our," he paused, mouth quirking cruelly. "Our, guest from Jareth's magic."
Resgan's eyebrows rose mockingly, "Oh, then by all means, complete the spell before that can happen." He clutched hold of Barak's rode, voice rising, "Oh, please sir wise one, save me from the wrath of the impotent Goblin King!"
The warlock snorted and impatiently shrugged his king off.
Bright green eyes twinkled under brown black eyebrows, "I am not afraid of the Goblin King Alberich, how can I be?" Resgen began to circle the room, "He has no kingdom, no ties, no sources, no resources, and," he pointed a finger at Barek. "No power. He's weak, pathetic. Allowing a mere girl to destroy him so!" he paused. "Though, I will admit, a very enticing girl at that." Cruel smile met cool indifference. Resgan threw up his hands, "Oh, fine! Have it your way you old coot." He gestured angrily at the caldron, "Finish your spell old man. I'll leave thee be and go 'pester' our guest." A flick of his wrist, a clash of smoke and the leprechaun was gone.
The warlock sighed, "Damn him." Cold eyes glittered, "Not even a drunken fool would have thus spoken to a de les Alberich before." he sighed again, eyes focusing on a raven perched upon the windowsill, "How quickly a family can fall, eh Zaadun?"
The raven croaked, rustled its feather, the settled back into a contemplative silence.
A grim smile turned the corners of Barak Minasmore de les Alberich's pale pink mouth, "Light to darkness Ownership. Taken. Ve del las mesgad?n arttem? vurlisqe burdumn."
* * *
Sarah sighed contentedly for the dozenth time since being shown to her new room in the leprechaun castle: Castle Diabhal-re. Less then an hour ago she had been sobbing her withered heart out over him, and now she was here, being treated like a princess. Life could defiantly be good on occasion.
Again, wide hazel eyes eagerly took in the extraordinary frosty, blue green interior. Teal silk bed lines, covered by a delicately crocheted throw blanket, and a literal sea of matching pillows. The floors were carpeted and the walls painted a few colors darker then the bed. A large bay window was set into the wall a few feet away from the bed while a large, turquoise fireplace was situated on the other side of the room. Around the hearth were placed a plush hardwood chaise lounge as well as two matching chairs and a low rectangular chow table. A few tasteful pictures of fruit and furry animals adorned the wall space.
Her languid study of the room was abruptly interrupted by a loud clash of thunder followed by a short burst of light resulting in a person sized cloud of gray green smoke to billow into the air. Sarah's gaze focused on the solid form of the leprechaun king, now clothed in dark green, almost black colored leather. She watched, calmly as he strode towards her, stopping at the arm of the chair.
"Enjoying your chambers my pet?" his cool voice slid silkily over her ear.
A wry smile tweaked the corners of Sarah's mouth, her head turned until their noses brushed, "Yes, in fact I was."
Resgan laughed aloud and strode into the center of the room, "It is lovely isn't it?" voice vain, he turned a circle taking in the details of the place before glittering emerald eyes met Sarah's own, "Now, my darling. Business first."
Sarah settled herself comfortably in her chair, gaze pointedly flicking to the companion chair, "Yes, do discuss what it is exactly you have in mind."
The leprechaun smirked and sauntered over to the chaise lounge, draping his lithe body of the patterned silk cushioning, "Well, it's actually quite simple. Because the Goblin Kingdom has been left bereft of a king for over four years it is 'open pickings'."
Sarah snorted loudly, "Are you telling me you want me to help you get kingship of the Goblin Kingdom? Gods, are you loony? Why on earth would you want the Goblin Kingdom?"
Resgan's eyes flashed annoyance, "Obtaining kingship of the Goblin Throne is merely a means to an end. a means to both our ends."
The brunette sighed heavily, "Explain."
Jaw tightening, he ignored the mortal's insolence, she'll learn soon enough. Aloud, "To gain kingship of the Goblin Kingdom in particular requires that you one: prove that you can rule its subjects, the goblins. This I can accomplish easily enough. The second rite of passage, so to speak, is more difficult. It is also what has foiled all other attempts."
"Again with the loony; what is with you people's obsession with the Goblin Kingdom," Sarah brow furrowed in a condescending smirk. "I mean, have you ever seen the castle, let alone the rest of it?" she shook her head, "It's disgust."
"Will you shut up for one second and let me finish?" Resgan snapped. The mortal may have been pretty, but he didn't have to take a dressing down from her.
Sarah looked startled, before her gaze hardened, "Fine, finish." She waved her imperiously.
Taking in a deep breath of air he continued, "There is something the Goblin Kingdom has that is like nothing else found in existence; something of innumerably power. it's also the second thing the candidate for the throne must prove they can conquer." She paused, caught and held Sarah's gaze, "That Labyrinth is highly coveted by many, human. Unfortunately, none has been able to yet control it for centuries except one."
Understanding bloomed in Sarah's eyes, "Jareth."
Resgan nodded.
A small line appeared on her forehead, "So, how exactly do I fit into all this?"
Voice dripping with sensuality, "You're something that no other candidate has had access to before: the first and only one to complete the Labyrinth and thwart its various tricks. A commendable accomplishment by the way." Resgan's fingers drifted in lazy circles through the air, causing small tendrils of smoke to curl and rise around the digits, wrapping easily around his entire hand.
"I still don't see."
"I will appease the goblins; while you, my dear, subdue the Labyrinth. Once both are accomplished, the kingdom will be ours and out of Jareth's grasp forever."
Sarah shook her head slightly, mouth opening, voice dripping contempt, "That's your plan. Ruin him through politics."
The leprechaun's mouth twitched comically, "And what did you have in mind, Sarah?"
She crossed her arms stubbornly over her chest, "I don't think a knife in the back would be completely uncalled for. Maybe even poet, really."
Resgan waved away her suggestion, "Believe me, this plan has much more finesse. Death is too easy for dear Jareth. this will cut much closer to home. Trust me."
Sarah's eyes narrowed, taking on a speculative gleam, "What makes you hate him so?"
Eyes cold, he pointed at her to better drive his point across, "That is a story for another time." Rising gracefully, the smoke grew denser, "Now, do enjoy yourself. I'll make sure the servants bring up a tray for you." With that he was gone, leaving Sarah alone with her thoughts.
TBC
A/N: so sorry for the delay, my stupid computer wouldn't read the floppy this was on, so I had to re-type it. As always, PLEASE REVIEW!!