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characters.
A/N: I know I know I know. I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so so so sorry about not updating. I want to thank you all for reviewing and finally to say that I have been very busy of lately. Please excuse my absence of mind.
Jareth paced the extent of his throne room. He had not eaten and had hardly slept since he had returned home to find his beloved Sarah missing. His mother sat in a throne next to his, knitting furiously. She looked at her son, worried. She had not seen him act remotely as angry and hurt as the day he told her of Sarah defeating the Labyrinth.
"Son, please come over here and sit awhile," she said, patting the empty throne in the middle. "It's not good to tire yourself out the way you do."
"I shall not rest until I know Sarah is safe and where she belongs," Jareth growled. Though he was dreadfully tired and incredibly hungry and thirsty, he just could not find it in him to stop the worrying. Sarah was, after all, his wife and the one whom he loved more than anything in the world.
"Really, now, Jareth! You have worried your father and I terribly. I know Sarah is strong and will return to us as soon as possible." Jasmine set down her knitting and walked briskly to her son.
"Please, Mother, I must insist that you go to bed," pleaded Jareth. "Father and I can take it from here." Jasmine placed her right hand on his cheek lovingly.
"I'm sure you are right," she smiled. "And I must insist that you mustn't stay up too much longer yourself, lest you die of exhaustion." With that, she left the throne room. Jareth watched her and suddenly felt very old and tired. He waited a few more minutes before retreating to his bedchambers.
Jareth sleepily entered his bedroom and flung himself on his giant bed. It was then and, only then, while in the comforts of his private quarters, that he allowed himself to cry. If he had been wholly aware of Hoggle's presence, he would have restrained himself.
Hoggle, seeing the distress his master was under, went quickly to his bedside to try and comfort the saddened Goblin King.
"There, there, Jareth," he said soothingly. Jareth was too tired and too distressed to yell at him for intruding on his privacy. "I am sure that Sarah will make it home safely."
"How do you know!?" Jareth barked, leaping up from his bed, tears running down his cheeks. "How does my mother know? How does anyone know? For all anyone knows, she could be dead by now, as well as our unborn child!" Then, calming down a bit, he said,
"When I discovered Sarah was pregnant, I thought that I had just been lifted off of my feet. That some magic cloud had descended from Heaven and allowed me the greatest gift in the entire Underground. But then, I find that she is now missing and I have no clue and how I shall get her back. And to top it all off, I find that Janet is behind all this. I am beginning to wish that this child had never entered our lives, so that I might be with my Sarah."
"Now, do you really wish that, sire?" asked Hoggle, an all-knowing smirk on his face. He limped towards Jareth, who looked down at the ground.
"No, I really don't wish that," replied Jareth in a defeated tone.
"I thought not," smiled Hoggle. "I will leave you alone now. Good night, sire." And with that, he limped out of the room, shutting it behind him. Jareth felt his body grow weary once again. Every inch of his body ached and he threw himself onto his bed, this time, falling asleep even before his head hit his pillow. ~*~
Hoggle limped into the garden where two figures stood waiting. One was very big and the other one was very small in size.
"How is he, good Sir Hoggle?" asked Sir Didymus. His "valiant steed" was drinking in a nearby water fountain.
"Not good. Not good at all," sighed Hoggle.
"Jareth sad," droned Ludo.
"Yes, he is," frowned Hoggle. "Well, I suppose there is only one thing left for us to do." Ludo and Sir Didymus nodded. They knew what had to be done and that it was up to them to do it.
A/N: I know I know I know. I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo so so so sorry about not updating. I want to thank you all for reviewing and finally to say that I have been very busy of lately. Please excuse my absence of mind.
Jareth paced the extent of his throne room. He had not eaten and had hardly slept since he had returned home to find his beloved Sarah missing. His mother sat in a throne next to his, knitting furiously. She looked at her son, worried. She had not seen him act remotely as angry and hurt as the day he told her of Sarah defeating the Labyrinth.
"Son, please come over here and sit awhile," she said, patting the empty throne in the middle. "It's not good to tire yourself out the way you do."
"I shall not rest until I know Sarah is safe and where she belongs," Jareth growled. Though he was dreadfully tired and incredibly hungry and thirsty, he just could not find it in him to stop the worrying. Sarah was, after all, his wife and the one whom he loved more than anything in the world.
"Really, now, Jareth! You have worried your father and I terribly. I know Sarah is strong and will return to us as soon as possible." Jasmine set down her knitting and walked briskly to her son.
"Please, Mother, I must insist that you go to bed," pleaded Jareth. "Father and I can take it from here." Jasmine placed her right hand on his cheek lovingly.
"I'm sure you are right," she smiled. "And I must insist that you mustn't stay up too much longer yourself, lest you die of exhaustion." With that, she left the throne room. Jareth watched her and suddenly felt very old and tired. He waited a few more minutes before retreating to his bedchambers.
Jareth sleepily entered his bedroom and flung himself on his giant bed. It was then and, only then, while in the comforts of his private quarters, that he allowed himself to cry. If he had been wholly aware of Hoggle's presence, he would have restrained himself.
Hoggle, seeing the distress his master was under, went quickly to his bedside to try and comfort the saddened Goblin King.
"There, there, Jareth," he said soothingly. Jareth was too tired and too distressed to yell at him for intruding on his privacy. "I am sure that Sarah will make it home safely."
"How do you know!?" Jareth barked, leaping up from his bed, tears running down his cheeks. "How does my mother know? How does anyone know? For all anyone knows, she could be dead by now, as well as our unborn child!" Then, calming down a bit, he said,
"When I discovered Sarah was pregnant, I thought that I had just been lifted off of my feet. That some magic cloud had descended from Heaven and allowed me the greatest gift in the entire Underground. But then, I find that she is now missing and I have no clue and how I shall get her back. And to top it all off, I find that Janet is behind all this. I am beginning to wish that this child had never entered our lives, so that I might be with my Sarah."
"Now, do you really wish that, sire?" asked Hoggle, an all-knowing smirk on his face. He limped towards Jareth, who looked down at the ground.
"No, I really don't wish that," replied Jareth in a defeated tone.
"I thought not," smiled Hoggle. "I will leave you alone now. Good night, sire." And with that, he limped out of the room, shutting it behind him. Jareth felt his body grow weary once again. Every inch of his body ached and he threw himself onto his bed, this time, falling asleep even before his head hit his pillow. ~*~
Hoggle limped into the garden where two figures stood waiting. One was very big and the other one was very small in size.
"How is he, good Sir Hoggle?" asked Sir Didymus. His "valiant steed" was drinking in a nearby water fountain.
"Not good. Not good at all," sighed Hoggle.
"Jareth sad," droned Ludo.
"Yes, he is," frowned Hoggle. "Well, I suppose there is only one thing left for us to do." Ludo and Sir Didymus nodded. They knew what had to be done and that it was up to them to do it.