Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or any of the characters from it.
However, there are a few characters I did create (Blaise, Iris, Gabryel,
Vanyel, Aurora, and Daemon) please don't steal them. Oh, and the plot is
mine.
To the reviewers: 1st off, sorry for the wait. I'm having trouble putting my ideas into words so that they make sense, 2nd I'm sorry that this is so short, but. well the reason above is proof enough. It's also more of a set up for the next chapter sooooooo, I guess you'll have to deal lol. If you have ANY ideas for me to put it (since without ya'll I wouldn't be writing this) please leave it in the review or E-mail me (mylilblumonkey1329@yahoo.com ) In the words of the blue elf, a.k.a. Kurt "DANKE"!!!
And. Special thanks to LadyMorgaine for being my beta!! You Rock!! Lmao. ::throws a big chocolate chip cookie at LadyMorgaine::
Thanks to: Dawn, Helin Lote, Djinn, KristalRozes, Freaky Faerie220, Miseryslilwench- For reviewing, giving me motivation to keep writing and correcting my mistakes.-if I forgot anyone I AM SORRY. Not enough coffee to keep my brain working properly.
Chapter 3:
Iris stood in the far corner of the throne room, taking her time in observing the goblin king, hoping to notice something amiss. Contrary to it's usual quietness, the court room was full of noisy, disgustingly loud goblins crowded about eating, drinking and fighting-basically displaying all of the best qualities that a goblin could exude. Jareth was sprawled lazily upon his throne-which was the only shred of normalcy in the room- tapping a whip on his knee while he half covered his face with his other hand. Of what could be seen of Jareth's face, was occupied with a contemplative bored expression, his eyes staring off blankly. Iris could see nothing odd about him except for his toleration of his goblin citizens raiding his throne room.
"There has to be something. I know that there is something that I'm missing here. But what is it?" she thought, frustration building up.
Iris concentrated and tried to recall the past few hours in her mind, but barely remembered seeing Lord Jareth, except for at the start of the day when Blaise approached him and now. Then, it happened. Jareth suddenly rose from his throne and grabbed a passing goblin by the collar of its filthy shirt and bored into its eyes.
"You remind me of the babe," Jareth said, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips, it appeared that he cast a spell because there was music in the air that wafted around the throne room, evoking an odd spirit into the goblins who seemed to be enthralled by the notes, and stare up at the king in mischievous awe.
The goblin in Jareth's hands shook his head and looked up at him in utter confusion. "What babe?"
Jareth dropped the goblin abruptly and looked towards another goblin, "The babe with the power."
"What power?" Jareth turned around and looked at the new goblin that was puzzled but happy with the new game that Jareth had come up with.
"The power of voodoo," Jareth brought his arms up and made a crude jester to imply the 'witchcraft' of voodoo.
"Who do?"
"You do."
"Do what?"
"Remind me of the babe." Jareth broke into an eerie laughter and then started singing. This event startled Iris so much that she broke her usual pretense and was now slinking against the stone wall behind her. 'Jareth.singing? What in the Underground is going on here??'
"Isn't this a lovely sight" Iris heard a familiar voice in her ear. "The malicious goblin king singing and dancing...It really warms my heart." Iris turned to the side to see an elf standing a few inches taller than her with long blonde hair falling to her petite waist, kind features and piercing blue eyes. The elf was covered in simple white clothing that barely concealed her lithe figure.
"Talia!" Iris gasped and warmly greeted her friend.
"It is not him, you know."
"What do you mean?" asked Iris, her eyes narrowing.
Talia smiled softly and then glanced towards the odd display going on around them,
"Let's go somewhere we can talk."
~*~
Jareth finished up his little number and sauntered to his private chambers, humming a melodious tune through his teeth. After closing the door, Jareth did a small twirl and then glanced over to the far corner of the room.
"Hello lover," the deep voice changed to a light, melodious one as Jareth's appearance rippled, transforming into another Fae. Blaise walked to a table, and carefully choose on of the orbs that the king seemed to cherish so much, and brought it over to his side. Toying with his silky hair with her right hand, she brought the orb close to his face.
"Would you care to watch what I have set up for your dear Sarah?" Blaise tilted her head to the side and surveyed Jareth's vacant expression, hoping to find an indication of an answer in it. "Well, dearest, I have sent numerous players-or obstacles as you would have it-into your labyrinth. Don't you worry; they will get her side tracked and prevent her from ever making it out of your maze. She has no chance to finish this test."
Blaise smiled, and leaned closer to Jareth and kissed him once, hard on the lips. Without much satisfaction from the lack of returning of the kiss, Blaise left the room.
A single tear escaped Jareth's hazel eye. He hated this. Hated being helpless, hated being the target.hated being taken advantage of. He sighed, 'There's no way I can get out of here,' he thought as fury swept over him. Jareth thrashed around hopelessly, knowing it would not change his situation.
~*~
"Talia," Iris said leading the elf into Gabryel's private suite that was already occupied by four other Fae. "This is Aurora, Gabryel, Dameon, and Vanyel." Talia looked among the Fae, recognizing each of them. Talia was sent out of her kingdom as the elf King, Rûdhnil's, envoy-when he thought a matter worthy of the elf court's involvement. Talia nodded to each one and sat down next to Vanyel on a silky blue couch.
"Hello," Vanyel said in a quiet voice, and then glanced quickly at Iris.
"As you may have guessed, this is a business call. The Elf court has noticed. some odd actions executed by the Goblin King lately and we believe that these uncharacteristic acts are in fact coming from an imposter."
"Then why don't we identify and accuse the imposter before it's too late--"
"Because," Talia calmly interrupted Dameon. "They could banish us for treason, without anyone else truly knowing what's going on. we are Jareth's only hope. We need to succeed in finding out what her goal is, and stop her before it is too late."
The room grew quiet, everyone seemed deep in their own thoughts, taking in what they heard and possibly figuring some unsaid components also.
"So," Dameon said bringing everyone forth from their reverie. "Who do you think the imposter is?"
"Blaise," Aurora said in a serious voice that was seldom heard coming from her. "She's obsessed with Jareth, and the power he holds."
"Are you certain that she is smart enough to do all this?"
Talia glanced down at her long, pale fingers that lay intertwined on her lap for a split second and then looked at each of the Fae who surrounded her. "I have no doubt that Blaise is behind this.no one else knows this but us six, and that is the way is shall stay. I was informed briefly that there is a mortal with in the Labyrinth at this very moment and it is my belief that she is the target."
"Why should this girl be a threat to Blaise? The girl challenged Jareth as few other have before.why should this be any concern of Blaise's?" said Vanyel looking around at the others for any hint of an answer. "Because," Gabryel stared out the window, one of the many that overlooked the Labyrinth. "He is in love with her."
"With a mortal girl?!?!"
"No a mortal boy," Dameon said, words dripping with sarcasm, forcing Aurora to burst into her usual fit of laughter. "Anyway, if we are going to fight off Blaise, how do you suppose we do so when she could just get rid of us on a whim?"
Iris and Talia glanced at each other and both of their mouths broke out into sly smiles.
"Well, are we not Fae? We can do as our enemy does, she will never suspect it."
"What exactly are you implying? That we use glamour to look like Jareth and throw her plans off?"
"No Vanyel," Talia said pulling out a piece of glossy paper with pictures of various creatures on it.
Yes that's it, I was planning on writing more, but I ended up working on some other one of mine. so sorry. Well, hope you liked it. Thanks.
To the reviewers: 1st off, sorry for the wait. I'm having trouble putting my ideas into words so that they make sense, 2nd I'm sorry that this is so short, but. well the reason above is proof enough. It's also more of a set up for the next chapter sooooooo, I guess you'll have to deal lol. If you have ANY ideas for me to put it (since without ya'll I wouldn't be writing this) please leave it in the review or E-mail me (mylilblumonkey1329@yahoo.com ) In the words of the blue elf, a.k.a. Kurt "DANKE"!!!
And. Special thanks to LadyMorgaine for being my beta!! You Rock!! Lmao. ::throws a big chocolate chip cookie at LadyMorgaine::
Thanks to: Dawn, Helin Lote, Djinn, KristalRozes, Freaky Faerie220, Miseryslilwench- For reviewing, giving me motivation to keep writing and correcting my mistakes.-if I forgot anyone I AM SORRY. Not enough coffee to keep my brain working properly.
Chapter 3:
Iris stood in the far corner of the throne room, taking her time in observing the goblin king, hoping to notice something amiss. Contrary to it's usual quietness, the court room was full of noisy, disgustingly loud goblins crowded about eating, drinking and fighting-basically displaying all of the best qualities that a goblin could exude. Jareth was sprawled lazily upon his throne-which was the only shred of normalcy in the room- tapping a whip on his knee while he half covered his face with his other hand. Of what could be seen of Jareth's face, was occupied with a contemplative bored expression, his eyes staring off blankly. Iris could see nothing odd about him except for his toleration of his goblin citizens raiding his throne room.
"There has to be something. I know that there is something that I'm missing here. But what is it?" she thought, frustration building up.
Iris concentrated and tried to recall the past few hours in her mind, but barely remembered seeing Lord Jareth, except for at the start of the day when Blaise approached him and now. Then, it happened. Jareth suddenly rose from his throne and grabbed a passing goblin by the collar of its filthy shirt and bored into its eyes.
"You remind me of the babe," Jareth said, a faint hint of a smile playing on his lips, it appeared that he cast a spell because there was music in the air that wafted around the throne room, evoking an odd spirit into the goblins who seemed to be enthralled by the notes, and stare up at the king in mischievous awe.
The goblin in Jareth's hands shook his head and looked up at him in utter confusion. "What babe?"
Jareth dropped the goblin abruptly and looked towards another goblin, "The babe with the power."
"What power?" Jareth turned around and looked at the new goblin that was puzzled but happy with the new game that Jareth had come up with.
"The power of voodoo," Jareth brought his arms up and made a crude jester to imply the 'witchcraft' of voodoo.
"Who do?"
"You do."
"Do what?"
"Remind me of the babe." Jareth broke into an eerie laughter and then started singing. This event startled Iris so much that she broke her usual pretense and was now slinking against the stone wall behind her. 'Jareth.singing? What in the Underground is going on here??'
"Isn't this a lovely sight" Iris heard a familiar voice in her ear. "The malicious goblin king singing and dancing...It really warms my heart." Iris turned to the side to see an elf standing a few inches taller than her with long blonde hair falling to her petite waist, kind features and piercing blue eyes. The elf was covered in simple white clothing that barely concealed her lithe figure.
"Talia!" Iris gasped and warmly greeted her friend.
"It is not him, you know."
"What do you mean?" asked Iris, her eyes narrowing.
Talia smiled softly and then glanced towards the odd display going on around them,
"Let's go somewhere we can talk."
~*~
Jareth finished up his little number and sauntered to his private chambers, humming a melodious tune through his teeth. After closing the door, Jareth did a small twirl and then glanced over to the far corner of the room.
"Hello lover," the deep voice changed to a light, melodious one as Jareth's appearance rippled, transforming into another Fae. Blaise walked to a table, and carefully choose on of the orbs that the king seemed to cherish so much, and brought it over to his side. Toying with his silky hair with her right hand, she brought the orb close to his face.
"Would you care to watch what I have set up for your dear Sarah?" Blaise tilted her head to the side and surveyed Jareth's vacant expression, hoping to find an indication of an answer in it. "Well, dearest, I have sent numerous players-or obstacles as you would have it-into your labyrinth. Don't you worry; they will get her side tracked and prevent her from ever making it out of your maze. She has no chance to finish this test."
Blaise smiled, and leaned closer to Jareth and kissed him once, hard on the lips. Without much satisfaction from the lack of returning of the kiss, Blaise left the room.
A single tear escaped Jareth's hazel eye. He hated this. Hated being helpless, hated being the target.hated being taken advantage of. He sighed, 'There's no way I can get out of here,' he thought as fury swept over him. Jareth thrashed around hopelessly, knowing it would not change his situation.
~*~
"Talia," Iris said leading the elf into Gabryel's private suite that was already occupied by four other Fae. "This is Aurora, Gabryel, Dameon, and Vanyel." Talia looked among the Fae, recognizing each of them. Talia was sent out of her kingdom as the elf King, Rûdhnil's, envoy-when he thought a matter worthy of the elf court's involvement. Talia nodded to each one and sat down next to Vanyel on a silky blue couch.
"Hello," Vanyel said in a quiet voice, and then glanced quickly at Iris.
"As you may have guessed, this is a business call. The Elf court has noticed. some odd actions executed by the Goblin King lately and we believe that these uncharacteristic acts are in fact coming from an imposter."
"Then why don't we identify and accuse the imposter before it's too late--"
"Because," Talia calmly interrupted Dameon. "They could banish us for treason, without anyone else truly knowing what's going on. we are Jareth's only hope. We need to succeed in finding out what her goal is, and stop her before it is too late."
The room grew quiet, everyone seemed deep in their own thoughts, taking in what they heard and possibly figuring some unsaid components also.
"So," Dameon said bringing everyone forth from their reverie. "Who do you think the imposter is?"
"Blaise," Aurora said in a serious voice that was seldom heard coming from her. "She's obsessed with Jareth, and the power he holds."
"Are you certain that she is smart enough to do all this?"
Talia glanced down at her long, pale fingers that lay intertwined on her lap for a split second and then looked at each of the Fae who surrounded her. "I have no doubt that Blaise is behind this.no one else knows this but us six, and that is the way is shall stay. I was informed briefly that there is a mortal with in the Labyrinth at this very moment and it is my belief that she is the target."
"Why should this girl be a threat to Blaise? The girl challenged Jareth as few other have before.why should this be any concern of Blaise's?" said Vanyel looking around at the others for any hint of an answer. "Because," Gabryel stared out the window, one of the many that overlooked the Labyrinth. "He is in love with her."
"With a mortal girl?!?!"
"No a mortal boy," Dameon said, words dripping with sarcasm, forcing Aurora to burst into her usual fit of laughter. "Anyway, if we are going to fight off Blaise, how do you suppose we do so when she could just get rid of us on a whim?"
Iris and Talia glanced at each other and both of their mouths broke out into sly smiles.
"Well, are we not Fae? We can do as our enemy does, she will never suspect it."
"What exactly are you implying? That we use glamour to look like Jareth and throw her plans off?"
"No Vanyel," Talia said pulling out a piece of glossy paper with pictures of various creatures on it.
Yes that's it, I was planning on writing more, but I ended up working on some other one of mine. so sorry. Well, hope you liked it. Thanks.