Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing that deals with Labyrinth or the people involved with it. If I did, would I be writing fanfics, now would I?
A/N: I would really like to thank those that really like my stories and that have reviewed. It means so much to me to know that people like my stories. If you didn't, I'd have to quite writing them.
Yes, it was true. Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo had all set out to search for their best friend and beloved queen, Sarah. They had no way of knowing that they were on the right track or not. All they knew was that they had to find their way to La Isla Pequeno, otherwise known as the Small Island. They had discovered this when Hoggle "happened" to be spraying some fairies in the garden that just "happened" to be underneath the very window in which Jareth had spoken with his father.
Sure, it was an inconvenience that took a lot of bravery on Hoggles part, considering he had to pulley himself up to hear what was being said. But Hoggle was one of the finest gardeners in the whole of the Underground, so he left no weed unpicked, no flower unopened, and no unauthorized conversations unheard.
So, this odd looking trio set out to look for La Isla Pequeno, and their Sarah. Of coarse, they had to have the proper disguises for the trip. So Hoggle and Sir Didymus both war cloaks while they just left Ambrotious looking as a normal dog. But Ludo was their ticket to the island.
Just as soon as they had reached a pub, Hoggle made a few inquiries as to a boat they could go on to get to the island. They were in luck when they discovered that the last boat of the evening would be at ten-fifteen. Seeing as it was already nine-forty five, the group quickly bound Ludo's arms and feet, went to the boat's captain, told him they had a prisoner, and was allotted admission to the boat.
When the boat docked, the small band of funny-looking creatures immediately made inquiries to the people of the town if they knew a fae by the name of Janet. Most of them shook their head and continued with their work while others just continued down the road without even bothering to answer
They were just about to give up when a man in a long, brown trench coat and a matching hat called for them to speak with him. He was a man with a chin full of rubble, blue eyes, jet-black hair that was slicked back, and very tanned, very defined, body. He had a black shirt on that matched his black leather jeans. And finally, as though to complete the ensemble, his boots were black rubber.
"I hear you're looking for that fae named Janet?" he said in his gruff voice. The small group nodded.
"Yes, it is very important that we find her," said Hoggle pleadingly. "Are you able to help us?"
"I suppose, for a price," said the man, holding out his hand.
"But we haven't any money," said Hoggle, pulling out his pockets. The others shook their heads as well.
"Well," said the man, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't usually do this, but you seem like am honest bunch. A lost one, but most certainly honest. First, before I agree to help you, you must tell me the reason for your trip to see Janet."
"She has stolen someone from us that is dearly loved and most important," said Hoggle.
"A most beautiful maiden by the name of Sarah," said Sir Didymus.
"Sarah gone," drawled Ludo in his sorrowful tone.
"So, this is not a social visit?" asked the stranger.
"No, most certainly not," huffed Hoggle. "If I could, I'd give that woman a one way ticket to the pits of H-,"
"Sir Hoggle, no need for foul language," said Sir Didymus.
"Excellent," hissed the stranger. "If your soul purpose is to rid yourselves of Janet, then that shall not require a fee." The stranger smiled so that his eyes seemed to glow red with fire.
"You mean, you'll help us for free?" asked Hoggle, rather shocked.
"If it means getting back at that murderous witch, then yes," smirked the stranger. "This way," he said, beckoning the small group to follow him.
"Well, mightn't we at least know thy name?" asked Sir Didymus. The man stopped, turned his shoulder so he was talking over his shoulder, and uttered one word.
"Peter!"
"Come on, father, I want to go now," beckoned Jareth impatiently.
"I'm coming son, I'm coming," called Herman, still trying to pull both his shoes on as he ran. "You know how difficult it is for me to wake up in the middle of the night. I'm not as young as I used to be, you know?"
"Excuse me, your highness," said the same maiden that had woken him up.
"What is it now?" asked Jareth, obviously irritated.
"You have another note," said the maid. Jareth sighed and swiped the letter from the goblin angrily.
"What is it with all these notes?" he complained, ripping the envelope open. "If it didn't interfere with the magic in the Underground, I might have taken Sarah up on that cell phone idea." He quickly read over the letter and a frown appeared on his face.
"What is the matter son?" asked Herman, seeing the look on his sons face.
"It's from Janet," said Jareth.
"Well, what does she want?" asked Herman.
"She wants me to go over there for dinner," said Jareth. "She says it would be in mine and Sarah's best interest to go. What do you think, father?" Herman took the note from his sons' hand, read it over, and then shook his head.
"Oh, I don't know son," he sighed, rubbing his head. "With Janet, you can never tell. Whether it is a joke or whether it is serious, I know one thing is certain. I do not have a good feeling about this. I know either way, whether you ignore it or not, it'll be disastrous."
"That is what I am afraid of," sighed Jareth. He bit his lower lip as he thought.
"Well, son? Will you accept the invitation?" Jareth thought a moment.
"...Yes, I think I shall."
A/N: I would really like to thank those that really like my stories and that have reviewed. It means so much to me to know that people like my stories. If you didn't, I'd have to quite writing them.
Yes, it was true. Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo had all set out to search for their best friend and beloved queen, Sarah. They had no way of knowing that they were on the right track or not. All they knew was that they had to find their way to La Isla Pequeno, otherwise known as the Small Island. They had discovered this when Hoggle "happened" to be spraying some fairies in the garden that just "happened" to be underneath the very window in which Jareth had spoken with his father.
Sure, it was an inconvenience that took a lot of bravery on Hoggles part, considering he had to pulley himself up to hear what was being said. But Hoggle was one of the finest gardeners in the whole of the Underground, so he left no weed unpicked, no flower unopened, and no unauthorized conversations unheard.
So, this odd looking trio set out to look for La Isla Pequeno, and their Sarah. Of coarse, they had to have the proper disguises for the trip. So Hoggle and Sir Didymus both war cloaks while they just left Ambrotious looking as a normal dog. But Ludo was their ticket to the island.
Just as soon as they had reached a pub, Hoggle made a few inquiries as to a boat they could go on to get to the island. They were in luck when they discovered that the last boat of the evening would be at ten-fifteen. Seeing as it was already nine-forty five, the group quickly bound Ludo's arms and feet, went to the boat's captain, told him they had a prisoner, and was allotted admission to the boat.
When the boat docked, the small band of funny-looking creatures immediately made inquiries to the people of the town if they knew a fae by the name of Janet. Most of them shook their head and continued with their work while others just continued down the road without even bothering to answer
They were just about to give up when a man in a long, brown trench coat and a matching hat called for them to speak with him. He was a man with a chin full of rubble, blue eyes, jet-black hair that was slicked back, and very tanned, very defined, body. He had a black shirt on that matched his black leather jeans. And finally, as though to complete the ensemble, his boots were black rubber.
"I hear you're looking for that fae named Janet?" he said in his gruff voice. The small group nodded.
"Yes, it is very important that we find her," said Hoggle pleadingly. "Are you able to help us?"
"I suppose, for a price," said the man, holding out his hand.
"But we haven't any money," said Hoggle, pulling out his pockets. The others shook their heads as well.
"Well," said the man, rubbing the back of his head. "I don't usually do this, but you seem like am honest bunch. A lost one, but most certainly honest. First, before I agree to help you, you must tell me the reason for your trip to see Janet."
"She has stolen someone from us that is dearly loved and most important," said Hoggle.
"A most beautiful maiden by the name of Sarah," said Sir Didymus.
"Sarah gone," drawled Ludo in his sorrowful tone.
"So, this is not a social visit?" asked the stranger.
"No, most certainly not," huffed Hoggle. "If I could, I'd give that woman a one way ticket to the pits of H-,"
"Sir Hoggle, no need for foul language," said Sir Didymus.
"Excellent," hissed the stranger. "If your soul purpose is to rid yourselves of Janet, then that shall not require a fee." The stranger smiled so that his eyes seemed to glow red with fire.
"You mean, you'll help us for free?" asked Hoggle, rather shocked.
"If it means getting back at that murderous witch, then yes," smirked the stranger. "This way," he said, beckoning the small group to follow him.
"Well, mightn't we at least know thy name?" asked Sir Didymus. The man stopped, turned his shoulder so he was talking over his shoulder, and uttered one word.
"Peter!"
"Come on, father, I want to go now," beckoned Jareth impatiently.
"I'm coming son, I'm coming," called Herman, still trying to pull both his shoes on as he ran. "You know how difficult it is for me to wake up in the middle of the night. I'm not as young as I used to be, you know?"
"Excuse me, your highness," said the same maiden that had woken him up.
"What is it now?" asked Jareth, obviously irritated.
"You have another note," said the maid. Jareth sighed and swiped the letter from the goblin angrily.
"What is it with all these notes?" he complained, ripping the envelope open. "If it didn't interfere with the magic in the Underground, I might have taken Sarah up on that cell phone idea." He quickly read over the letter and a frown appeared on his face.
"What is the matter son?" asked Herman, seeing the look on his sons face.
"It's from Janet," said Jareth.
"Well, what does she want?" asked Herman.
"She wants me to go over there for dinner," said Jareth. "She says it would be in mine and Sarah's best interest to go. What do you think, father?" Herman took the note from his sons' hand, read it over, and then shook his head.
"Oh, I don't know son," he sighed, rubbing his head. "With Janet, you can never tell. Whether it is a joke or whether it is serious, I know one thing is certain. I do not have a good feeling about this. I know either way, whether you ignore it or not, it'll be disastrous."
"That is what I am afraid of," sighed Jareth. He bit his lower lip as he thought.
"Well, son? Will you accept the invitation?" Jareth thought a moment.
"...Yes, I think I shall."