Let's get this next chapter started. My last chapter seemed quite short and rush to me. Fear not, this next chapter will be quite long, and maybe even explain a few things. Also, there will be a very drunk Sarah, singing goblins, and a very awaited confrontation. I feel tinglies all through my body. Could be excitement, could be malaria, who knows!

The Labyrinth and it's characters do not belong to me. The story is written for pure enjoyment and no monetary funds are being exchanged. Not even for brownie money. Sad, but true.

ABOVEGROUND

Sarah sat next to Hoggle, watching The Hobbit for the fifth time. "You only like the movie because of Tolkien's portrayal of the goblin king." Sarah said, passing Hoggle what was left of the goblin wine. Hoggle began to laugh, until he was wheezing and choking. Sarah smiled and conceited. "It is funny." They both began to laugh harder. "Thandruil would be more to his liking, though his majesty may take offense to being compared to the elven." Sir Didymus chimed, while Ludo just nodded in agreement. "King get mad." Ludo said." Bog brothers." He took the final swig of goblin wine, and frowned. "All gone." Hoggle stood, falling over a few goblins in a fit of laughter. "That kingy looks like a troll." One goblin said. "Yeah. Like troll dipped in bog." Another replied.

Sarah handed the smallest, and in her opinion cutest goblin, a marshmallow. "Thanks lady!" Hoggle finally sat down. "You's got to slow down on the sweets. Last time his magesty had to spike the goblin ale just to calm them down." Sarah just smirked.

"Consider it a gift to myself. From what I hear, his majesty isn't around the castle a lot these days." They all sat in silence, as Sir Didymus put a paw on her shoulder in comfort." I hear Lady Leahnor is back." She grabbed the bottle from Ludo, turning it up side down, pretending there might be another drop inside. She didn't fool anyone, but they didn't point it out either.

Hoggle squirmed some. "Yeah well. Goblins have big mouths and talk too much." For once, the goblins actually looked ashamed. "It's ok Hoggle. He is free to do as he pleases. We both have obligations to fulfil, though none specifically to each other." She said quietly. "It's not as if we were courting each other. He is free to see who or what he chooses." Everyone returned to watching the movie. "He is still a rat." Hoggle said finally. Sarah gave him a quiet hug.

"Tis a shame, my lady, that the bottle is empty. Perhaps with the king being away, you may wish for more?" Sir Didymus chimed in. "It is the goblins duty to abide to your right words." He wiggled his bushy eyebrows. Sarah laughed, and said. "I wish the goblins would bring me more goblin wine and ale from the goblin kings personal vintage. Right. Now." With that, the goblins cheered and vanished. Ludo stood up beating his chest screaming, "Party!!!"

At four a.m., after consuming two barrels of goblin ale, they swayed singing to the mirror.

"If our love was some swamp gas

It would make a sweet sound.

If our love was a skunk butt, it would stay on the ground.

If our love was a camel, it wouldn't spit much.

If our love was an outhouse, it would smell like a BBQ pit.

(An actual song I found on you tube. I do not own it. It's by Bryant Oden. Check it out.)

Sarah laughed in Ludo's arms. He placed her gently on her bed. "Ludo friend." Was all she could manage to say. Hoggle looked at the four Sarah's lying on her bed laughing hysterically. He had a few sips of wine left in the bottle, but for the life of him, his arm couldn't find his mouth. As a matter of fact, he couldn't even feel his left arm, less why his left shoulder was getting so wet.

"Sar- hiccup- uh. We's be leaving. Brrruuup. Gots...brrruuurrrrhh...faes...faesie...hiccup...fairies to...brrruuuuurrrrpppp. Eww. Tasted like bog. To kills."

Ludo grabbed Hoggle by the back of his best, just as he passed out. He lifted him up, while on his right shoulder Sir Didymus was snoring softly, tail twitching slightly.

Ludo turned around, making sure no one was left behind, he took in a deep sniff. Satisfied, he looked at Sarah. "Hopefully his majesty will be in a generous mood after the high Queen's birthday festivities. Or we will most definitely be in deep bog for this." With a audible pop, he transversed through the mirror, friends in tow.

To be continued...