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A/N: Scap: I know Legolas does seem a bit OOC, and so does Jareth, but I'll try to fix it. You'll see what I mean later. And I've seen all the movies and read all the books [except the Labyrinth book, which I don't think exists]. I'm sorry about not saying he is royalty, I forgot. Sorry. :: pleads insanity::
A/N 2: I know some of this is corny, and I may have used the "fallback", but please forgive me!
***
Legolas began to pace back and forth in his room. He was worried, because he normally isn't so submissive. //It must be the air, // he decided, ceasing his wearing of the floor and gracefully began to lie down on the bed. Next time Jareth showed up, he'd show him that he wouldn't be pushed around, and if it came to it, he'd top. //Where did that come from? // thought he as he rolled onto his back. It wasn't as comfortable lying on his stomach anymore.
//Oh, the heck with it, // he thought and went to the window. It was a spectacular view of the Labyrinth, twisting and turning while the sun sparkled onto the land.
Just then Legolas was struck with a sudden thought. How could he get home? Sarah had returned with baby Toby, but he had wished himself away. But then, why would he want to leave?
//Only if Jareth didn't love me back...//
***
Suddenly, an owl started tapping on the Charms room window. *Alohamora* Harry whispered, after fumbling ungracefully for his wand. The window shot open, and in came a great big barn owl, which quickly changed into a human man, resulting in a mess of sparkles and glitter.
"Jareth," Draco whispered, wiping the offending glitter off of his face.
"Is he an Animangus?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, strains of worry laced into his face.
"I am Jareth, King of the Goblins. I am here to bring you both to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City," Jareth answered.
Draco turned to Harry. "He is the main character in the book I read," he whispered to Harry.
"Can we trust him?" Harry queried.
"I'm not sure, but I'm afraid of what would happen if we don't," Draco answered honestly.
***
Legolas finally decided to take a look around. Jareth never said to stay in the bedroom, did he? Taking a deep breath and summoning his courage, he opens the door and steps out into the hall.
He quickly returns to the room in search of some sort of string. It could be very easy getting lost here, he thought. //Aha! // Legolas thought mentally as he found a ball of red yarn. //This will do perfectly.//
Legolas tied one end of the yarn onto the doorknob and kept the skein in his hands. He stepped out into the hall and took a left down the long corridor.
After about 15 minutes of walking, he opens a door with curious marking on the door that seems to have been made with a knife or sword of some type.
//I wonder what is in there, // he thought as he opened the door.
Before Legolas's eyes were two men in the heat of passion on the bed. One curiously looked a lot like Legolas himself, except for his darker hair and the complete lack of elf-ness, and the other looked like he got on the wrong side of a beauty parlor chair. His hair was braided with curious amounts of what seemed to be trinkets of some kind, and kohl was smeared around the outline of his eyes. Both men were starkers, and they motioned to Legolas to join them.
"Come here, love. Share my piece of forbidden treasure with me," the braided man said. "I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow, cap'n of the pirate ship the Black Pearl. And this here scalawag is Will Turner. Savvy?"
Legolas looked between the two, and wondered why pirates were in Jareth's castle.
Will Turner, Legolas surmised, got up from the bed and advanced on the elf. "We know you like men, or you wouldn't be here. Come join us, I promise I'm good at anything you want," he said.
Legolas, who had finally found his voice, responded with, "No thank you kind sirs, but I'm saving myself for Jareth."
Jack and Will sighed, and Jack mumbled, "He always gets the good ones first, he does," as he shut the door and continued on his cursory search through the castle.
***
Harry was thoroughly confused. Here he was clinging onto his former //former?// enemy after midnight in Hogwarts with a strange man Draco swears is the main character in his favorite book. So was it normal for Harry to whip out his wand and prepare to jinx the daylights out of it? For Harry, it must be.
Jareth, however, manages to conjure a bubble. //No wait, that's a crystal! // thought Harry, watching the Goblin King suspiciously. Of course, it used to be the look formerly used on Draco whenever he couldn't think of a worthy insult. //There's no point in losing good glares, // Harry surmised and recycled it on the intruder.
Jareth turns to Draco and begins to speak. "Draco Malfoy, you are not just any wizard. You are a descendant of the Fae, my bloodline to be exact. Your hair, beauty, and overall gracefulness are the Fae-blood in you. You called me here not with your voice, but with your heart.
The way of the Fae is whenever one of the Fae falls in love; their heart will call to their homeland to settle with their chosen love. Only when the love is returned is it when the Fae and his or her chosen love will be transported to the home of his or her ancestors."
Harry stood there, gaping. Was Draco one of these Fae things? //Wait, wasn't that a special type of fairy? // Harry internally asked. And then everything clicks into place.
"You came to take Draco and me away to his homeland? Am I right?" Harry blurts out. //Wait, that means he loves me. And that I love him. I do love him,// Harry's thoughts began to whir.
Draco looked at Jareth, and answered, "Of course you're right, Harry."
***
Legolas had been wandering the castle for too long for his tastes. He wearily picked up the loose part of the yarn, and began to follow it back to his bedroom. Once again Legolas passed the room where the pirates were, but hastily decided not to even stop to listen. //It can only make waiting for my Jareth even harder, // Legolas reasoned.
Finally, after a long trek through the sparkling passageways, Legolas makes it back to the bedroom Jareth had led him too. Thankfully, the door wasn't locked either.
Legolas flung his weary body onto the bed. He quickly toed off his shoes and socks and flung off his shirt. He then climbed under the duvet and closed the curtains. Finally, he slipped off into sleep.
***
tbc...
A/N: Scap: I know Legolas does seem a bit OOC, and so does Jareth, but I'll try to fix it. You'll see what I mean later. And I've seen all the movies and read all the books [except the Labyrinth book, which I don't think exists]. I'm sorry about not saying he is royalty, I forgot. Sorry. :: pleads insanity::
A/N 2: I know some of this is corny, and I may have used the "fallback", but please forgive me!
***
Legolas began to pace back and forth in his room. He was worried, because he normally isn't so submissive. //It must be the air, // he decided, ceasing his wearing of the floor and gracefully began to lie down on the bed. Next time Jareth showed up, he'd show him that he wouldn't be pushed around, and if it came to it, he'd top. //Where did that come from? // thought he as he rolled onto his back. It wasn't as comfortable lying on his stomach anymore.
//Oh, the heck with it, // he thought and went to the window. It was a spectacular view of the Labyrinth, twisting and turning while the sun sparkled onto the land.
Just then Legolas was struck with a sudden thought. How could he get home? Sarah had returned with baby Toby, but he had wished himself away. But then, why would he want to leave?
//Only if Jareth didn't love me back...//
***
Suddenly, an owl started tapping on the Charms room window. *Alohamora* Harry whispered, after fumbling ungracefully for his wand. The window shot open, and in came a great big barn owl, which quickly changed into a human man, resulting in a mess of sparkles and glitter.
"Jareth," Draco whispered, wiping the offending glitter off of his face.
"Is he an Animangus?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, strains of worry laced into his face.
"I am Jareth, King of the Goblins. I am here to bring you both to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City," Jareth answered.
Draco turned to Harry. "He is the main character in the book I read," he whispered to Harry.
"Can we trust him?" Harry queried.
"I'm not sure, but I'm afraid of what would happen if we don't," Draco answered honestly.
***
Legolas finally decided to take a look around. Jareth never said to stay in the bedroom, did he? Taking a deep breath and summoning his courage, he opens the door and steps out into the hall.
He quickly returns to the room in search of some sort of string. It could be very easy getting lost here, he thought. //Aha! // Legolas thought mentally as he found a ball of red yarn. //This will do perfectly.//
Legolas tied one end of the yarn onto the doorknob and kept the skein in his hands. He stepped out into the hall and took a left down the long corridor.
After about 15 minutes of walking, he opens a door with curious marking on the door that seems to have been made with a knife or sword of some type.
//I wonder what is in there, // he thought as he opened the door.
Before Legolas's eyes were two men in the heat of passion on the bed. One curiously looked a lot like Legolas himself, except for his darker hair and the complete lack of elf-ness, and the other looked like he got on the wrong side of a beauty parlor chair. His hair was braided with curious amounts of what seemed to be trinkets of some kind, and kohl was smeared around the outline of his eyes. Both men were starkers, and they motioned to Legolas to join them.
"Come here, love. Share my piece of forbidden treasure with me," the braided man said. "I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow, cap'n of the pirate ship the Black Pearl. And this here scalawag is Will Turner. Savvy?"
Legolas looked between the two, and wondered why pirates were in Jareth's castle.
Will Turner, Legolas surmised, got up from the bed and advanced on the elf. "We know you like men, or you wouldn't be here. Come join us, I promise I'm good at anything you want," he said.
Legolas, who had finally found his voice, responded with, "No thank you kind sirs, but I'm saving myself for Jareth."
Jack and Will sighed, and Jack mumbled, "He always gets the good ones first, he does," as he shut the door and continued on his cursory search through the castle.
***
Harry was thoroughly confused. Here he was clinging onto his former //former?// enemy after midnight in Hogwarts with a strange man Draco swears is the main character in his favorite book. So was it normal for Harry to whip out his wand and prepare to jinx the daylights out of it? For Harry, it must be.
Jareth, however, manages to conjure a bubble. //No wait, that's a crystal! // thought Harry, watching the Goblin King suspiciously. Of course, it used to be the look formerly used on Draco whenever he couldn't think of a worthy insult. //There's no point in losing good glares, // Harry surmised and recycled it on the intruder.
Jareth turns to Draco and begins to speak. "Draco Malfoy, you are not just any wizard. You are a descendant of the Fae, my bloodline to be exact. Your hair, beauty, and overall gracefulness are the Fae-blood in you. You called me here not with your voice, but with your heart.
The way of the Fae is whenever one of the Fae falls in love; their heart will call to their homeland to settle with their chosen love. Only when the love is returned is it when the Fae and his or her chosen love will be transported to the home of his or her ancestors."
Harry stood there, gaping. Was Draco one of these Fae things? //Wait, wasn't that a special type of fairy? // Harry internally asked. And then everything clicks into place.
"You came to take Draco and me away to his homeland? Am I right?" Harry blurts out. //Wait, that means he loves me. And that I love him. I do love him,// Harry's thoughts began to whir.
Draco looked at Jareth, and answered, "Of course you're right, Harry."
***
Legolas had been wandering the castle for too long for his tastes. He wearily picked up the loose part of the yarn, and began to follow it back to his bedroom. Once again Legolas passed the room where the pirates were, but hastily decided not to even stop to listen. //It can only make waiting for my Jareth even harder, // Legolas reasoned.
Finally, after a long trek through the sparkling passageways, Legolas makes it back to the bedroom Jareth had led him too. Thankfully, the door wasn't locked either.
Legolas flung his weary body onto the bed. He quickly toed off his shoes and socks and flung off his shirt. He then climbed under the duvet and closed the curtains. Finally, he slipped off into sleep.
***
tbc...