Underneath the Crystal Moon
a/n: I do not own the Labyrinth. This is the end folks, then the epilogue. All of my many thanks are in there, as well as a timeline and a family tree.
Part Three: Eamon
Chapter 14
"Dear Renee,
I know this will be hard for you to read, and you will more than likely not believe one bit of it, but here it goes. I am gone. Not dead, not missing. I have gone to another world. The man you knew as Eamon Prince was in fact, not a man at all. He was one the Fae, the fair folk that fairy tales are made of. He came to me through a wish, cast upon a reliquary. He was sent here, and I took him in. He is actually Crown Prince Eamon of the Goblin Kingdom. His mother and father are the Goblin King, and the Goblin Queen. His mother was a mortal before she met the Goblin King. Her name is Sarah Williams. She was a famous playwright at one time. That is another tale though. Eamon and I fell in loce, but I had to send him back to where he came from, in hopes he could right all the wrongs that may have been committed in his absence. I am going to join him. I have spent ten million dollars on an ancient artifact called Kenedril Iest Elei, which means 'The Mirror of the Wishing Dream'. It is said that someone with a pure heart can make a wish on it and have it granted. If you read this, then I have succeeded. The house is yours. Contact my lawyer for details. Please understand that I love Eamon so much that I am willing to give it all up. You have been a good friend and an excellent priestess.
Love,
Saphira Ni' Ffion"
Rhiannon looked at the letter before she folded it and sealed it in an envelope. She would leave it on her dresser for Renee to find.
She looked around at everything she would leave behind, and the small amount of things she would take with her. She wore the outfit she had worn that first day, overalls and a pink tank top. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, and she wore no shoes. Her toenails were pink.
The mirror sat in the corner, waiting for her to make her wish. She had told her lawyer to give the mirror to Davis Willows, in honor of his help to her. She had told him that she was going on vacation, and may not be back for some time. She had given him the power to deal with everything as he saw fit. She hoped he would do right by her.
"All ready?" she asked herself, and then she grabbed the two duffle bags and the two backpacks she was bringing with her. She stood in front of the mirror and looked seriously at her reflection.
"O Beleg Hiril, hear me," Rhiannon said with her heart in her voice. She summoned up everything she was to make this wish, "I wish to be able to go to the Castle Beyond the Goblin City, in the Underground. This is my wish, so mote it be"
It seemed like nothing was going to happen, but then the mirror began to shimmer, looking almost like a smooth silver lake. Her image blurred.
"Come on feet," Rhiannon said, and she bravely stepped towards the mirror. It felt cold, and slick, and it was hard to breathe. She began to panic, and then it was over.
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Sarah sat on her favorite chair, musing about how to get her reclusive son out of his room. He had not moved from his room since the ritual, even though he now had his magic back. There was a knock on her door, and then Phoenix came in. She sat in the chair across from her mothers.
"Did he open the door?" Sarah asked her daughter.
"No. He told me to go away," Phoenix frowned, "And why can I not just go in and be rude to him?"
"Think if you had lost Aidan just as you had found him," Sarah suggested. Phoenix nodded in understanding. Then there was a noise, like a shimmering light, and Sarah's vanity mirror began to glow and shimmer. They both stood and faced it, ready for whatever was going to come out of it. They both furrowed their eyebrows when a mortal girl with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes stepped through the mirror and onto the vanity. Then they gasped when the girl lost her balance and fell to the floor with a loud thump, covered with backpacks and duffel bags. Sarah rushed over, Phoenix behind her.
"Long blonde hair and blue eyes. You must be my new daughter-in-law," Sarah told the girl, helping her to her feet.
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Rhiannon looked at the woman in front of her that had helped her to her feet. She was extraordinarily gorgeous. Her skin was as pale as snow, and her hair was as dark as a cup of espresso. Her eyes were the same shade of green as Eamon's, and held the same shape. But her eyes looked like she was wearing an exotic mix of eye shadow, sweeping up and away from her eyes. Her lips were as red as wine. She was wearing a light green dress, made of a lightweight material that flowed over her body. On her head sat a small coronet.
"You're her, aren't you? You're the Goblin Queen!" Rhiannon gasped. She was surprised when the woman busted up laughing, and then Rhiannon noticed the striking woman next to her, with hair of varying colors, and eyes that shone like orbs. Her black riding pants and white poet's shirt did not detract from the fact that she was obviously royalty. Rhiannon pointed at her, "You're Phoenix! Oh, by the Lord and the Lady it worked!'
Sarah and Phoenix watched as the girl crumpled to the floor, sobbing. They helped her back up and placed her in a chair.
"What do we do with her?" Phoenix asked her mother.
"Let's get her more comfortable, and then later we can lead her to Eamon," Sarah said, "After all, who wants to see the love of their life with red, puffy eyes?"
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It was dark by the time they were done. Each family member had come in turn to introduce themselves to her. Jareth had been quite a shock to the young princess.
"Eamon was right, you are like a rock star!" Rhiannon said in awe. They had all fallen down laughing at that, while Jareth had just smirked as if he knew that already.
Agee came in and did her hair, pinning it back simply at the sides, and letting the blonde mass of waves flow down her back. She had been a little freaked out by the goblin at first, but she was reminded of the things Eamon had said, and it calmed her.
Sarah had insisted on making a gown for her, and Rhiannon had almost gasped when the dress popped out of thin air. It fit perfect. It was light blue, made of a lightweight material, and it was off the shoulder. The sleeves were long, and very loose. The dress had a drop waist, and the skirt was simple. Sarah placed a delicate silver chain at the drop waist, so it hugged Rhiannon's hips.
Rhiannon could not wait, and practically ran down the hallways, impatient at having to wait for Sarah and Phoenix to show her the next turn. They finally came upon a large door. Sarah paused one second and then knocked.
"Eamon, it's your mother, open the door please?" Sarah asked politely. There was no answer from within.
"Maybe he is not in his room?" Rhiannon asked.
"No, he's in there. He has been a recluse since he came back. Doesn't eat, doesn't really sleep, and will not open the door for any of us," Phoenix explained. Rhiannon shook her head.
"Well then, let us force our way in," Rhiannon said, and she turned the knob. It did not budge. Rhiannon looked at it, perplexed, "It's locked"
Sarah raised her hand and heard a click signifying she had managed to magic the lock open. Rhiannon turned the knob, and entered the dark room. Sarah and Phoenix waited out in the hallway as Rhiannon closed the door.
"Should we get started on the wedding?" Phoenix asked her mother. Sarah let out a loud laugh and took her daughter's arm as they walked down the hallway.
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Rhiannon did not know whether to be upset at his condition, or flattered. She supposed she should be upset.
Eamon's hair was dirty and tangled. Rhiannon could tell he had not been taking care of himself. He was looking a bit pale too, from what she could see.
"Mom, go away," Eamon said softly.
"Sugar, I can be your mommy if you want me to, but I think we all know that would just not work," Rhiannon said smoothly and with a sigh. Eamon sat up sharply and turned his head so he could see her.
"Rh-Rhiannon?" Eamon asked in amazement, his voice catching.
"In the flesh!" Rhiannon said cheerfully. In a flash, Eamon was there, standing in front of her. If he looked like death itself, she looked like a new spring, all light and cheerful. His mother had worked her magic again.
"How?" Eamon asked.
"I made a German count by the name of Heinrich very happy when I gave him ten million dollars for a family heirloom he had no use for. It just so happens that I was right, the Lord and the Lady did see fit to send me to you. I made a wish, and willingly got myself banished here, the Underground," Rhiannon explained, a bit hurriedly. There was so much to tell him, but right now she only had one thing on her mind. She touched her beloved's cheek and said softly, "Let's get you cleaned up"
Eamon was sure she wanted a kiss or to make love, but to bathe, "What?"
"You stink and you look like the living dead. I want to go to bed with someone who is clean Eamon. Hop to it!" Rhiannon teased him.
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Eamon was sure of two things as he held Rhiannon in his arms later that night: one, life would never be boring with her as his princess and then as his queen. Two, she had been worth the wait. No matter what had happened, no matter how he had gotten there, she had been worth it all. He knew if he had to do it all again, he would not change a thing. Not a single thing.
Rhiannon smiled as she felt Eamon hug her tightly. Her grandmother and grandfather would have been so proud. What you do comes back to you in threes, she had always been told. When this young prince was in need of someone, she had been the one to answer his call. Fate does have a way of rewarding its servants.
The two lovers laid intertwined, small smiles playing about their faces as they drifted off to sleep.
a/n: That's the end of Eamon and Rhiannon's story. Next is the epilogue, which will mark the end of this story.