Okay- everyone, thanks for the congrats about being a future big sister. Please don't say it anymore, because I'm not getting a sibling any time soon. Pregnancy complications… People ask me how my holidays are going, right? So, I go, in this really cheery voice; 'Great! I spent three days in the hospital living off bad coffee and bad biscuits in the emergency wing.' And they don't have a cafeteria in the emergency wing, so that's all I ate. You'd think that after 12 hours, they'd have a bed for mum that WASN'T in the maternity wing! At least they had a kiosk there. It was really scary- magnified by the fact that one of my stints in the waiting room was over FIFTEEN HOURS STRAIGHT! I'm not even exaggerating! I got to the hospital at about 7:30, and I left at 11:15. I was a walking zombie at the end of it- but I got off better than mum…
Obsessor-of-inuyasha- DAMN ME? DAMN ME? OH, I HAVE JUST THE MIND TO STOP UPDATING BECAUSE OF THAT SLIGHT! No I won't, because I am so nice. And yes, I do love Jareth more than you do. And I just like making romance with him. Then again- WHO IS READING THE STORY WITH SARAH AND JARETH! You don't hate me.
Elenea Galad- please continue your own fic. I know mine is funny but you MUST get over it.
Solea- no, not by Lou Reed. The song I'm talking about is sung by a woman.
The rain has moved on
And left a new day
Everything is still
Nothing seems to move
It's just a Perfect Day
The shadows and light
Met where we're going
Wet and violent squirrels
Splashed with Summer spray
Just another Perfect Day
On the wild and
Misty hillside
Fear is Nature's warning
Hunger here is never far away
And all of this world is for children who play
Days that never end
On a sheltered lake
Another Perfect day
atsuibelulah- Yes, I am what you prehistorics call 'young' . OC IS THE SUCKYEST SUCK OFN A SHOW THAT EVER SUCKED! D'YOU KNOW THAT IT'S BECAUSE OF THE OC THAT DOLLY MADE FF OUT TO BE A SESSPOOL FOR LOWLIFES AND SCUM? YEAH! IT DID!Oh, and my friend Jacqui says hi.
Calendae- yes I thought it was funny, too.
bobmcbobbob- yes, I have to explain to my mum about that sort of thing far too often. Here, this should satisfy you… for 5 minutes at least.
SmeagulTheWeasul- yes, and also when she has bricks )wink, wink(
SilverWing02- yeah… please don't mention it.
MordSith-Rahl- I NEED AN UPDATE ON THE STORY WITH JARETH MAKING SARAH RUN THE LABYRINTH AND ITS ALL DEAD. Is it called second time around?
Petra15- thanks
geckogirl- oh, I think Nightlass was just playing. She's a pokemon from my Leafgreen game, you know? She's a ghost.
Silvertears- well, she's just been through terrible trauma. That does a lot to people's mental status. I love that I'm still getting readers.
fractured-reality04- OW! Piss off and let me work! Ps, piss off is an everyday term here, it's the substitute of 'shut up' in America
BOWIEgirl- I have missed you! You haven't reviewed in so long! Are you ok?
Snape-is-da-bomb- I love that I'm getting new readers and I'm glad you like it so much! LOL
Watergoddesskasey- thanks, I think it was funny too.
Sinthetik angel- thanks muchly
Amalthea727- I'm sorry about labycat, but it was just a chore for me to do, and that betrayed any purpose I had to start it, so. Continuing!. Did you know that your penname is the name of the goat nymph that suckled Zeus in ancient mythology?
I don't own Drew Barrymore.
Chapter 21
Dignitaries part one
The Dryad Princess- and co.
Jareth's eyes widened as he looked up and saw Hoggle looking directly at him. Sarah's friend was wielding his spray can in a very threatening manner, with a matching expression on his wrinkled face.
'Uh…'
Hoggle's hands tightened on his weapon.
Jareth swallowed and stood up slowly, then he realised that it mightn't have been the best of ideas as Hoggle was now in a good position to knock off his…knees. 'Um…nothing.'
'Nothin'? Nothin'?' Hoggle sniggered, happy to be using on of the king's own lines against him. 'Nothin', tra la la?' he finished brandishing his spray can just as Jareth had brandished his disguise in the Tunnels of False Alarms. 'I guess that's why she threw you out, huh? Nothin'?'
'What's it to you? Hmm?' asked Jareth loftily.
Hoggle shifted his spray can so that now he carried it like a club. 'She's my friend', he growled.
'Well, that's very well and good, but I have guests in the dinning room, so I must leave', said Jareth with more calm than he felt. Even tiny dwarves can be a little scary when they're carrying big metal objects and they want to hurt you, and you can't hurt them because the mortal whom you are entertaining just happens to be said tiny dwarf's best friend.
'Then go, your majesty', hissed Hoggle.
Jareth eyed Hoggle's weapon cautiously. 'Tell Sarah that I'll be in the dinning room.'
Hoggle's face remained expressionless and he did not reply.
Jareth nodded uncomfortably and he teleported himself to, instead of the dinning room, his study where he brushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed at the delinquency of Sarah's friends.
'Trouble in paradise?' asked a lilting voice from behind him.
Jareth looked around at the woman lounging in his leather chair with her daintily slippered feet on his desk, on top of a few very important documents. Jareth could tell that she had put them right where her feet would rest just to annoy him. And it did. 'Hello, Ramona.'
Ramona stood up, letting her long light green dress hang down her slim form to the floor. She had long blonde hair- a rarity for her kind- brown eyes, pale skin from living under the canopy of an indescribably huge forest and delicately crafted fingers.
Her green dress was off the shoulder and clung to all her curves. There was a long leg slit in the right side, showing her leg and slippered foot.
She walked over to Jareth and wrapped her arms around him, planting a big kiss on his cheek.
'Hmm, shouldn't you be in the dinning room with all the other dignitaries, Dryad Princess?' asked Jareth.
'Oh,' said Ramona, releasing Jareth so she could wave her left hand dismissively, as if the Troll King and everyone else in the dinning room were not even worth her time. 'Possibly. But I don't care. I got bored, Gobby, and I wanted someone interesting to talk to.'
'And you immediately thought of me, I'm so very flattered.'
'Gosh', said Ramona, swatting his arm, 'don't be so formal, J-Bear. Someone hearing us wouldn't even think that we'd known each other for two centuries!'
'Is there anyone hearing us?' asked Jareth.
'No.'
Jareth put his hands on his hips. 'We should be getting to the dinning room in any case. And how many times must I remind you NOT TO CALL ME J-BEAR?'
Ramona shrugged and linked her arm through his. 'I dunno, Gobby boy, I just don't know.
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Hoggle lead Sarah to the doors of the dinning room. 'I'll be in the gardens when you're finished, then we can visit the markets.'
Sarah nodded. 'Well,' she said bracingly. I'll see you in a bit, Hoggle.' She pushed open the double doors.
Everyone at the table fell silent.
Sarah smiled warmly. 'Good Morning, all,' she said cheerily as she went to sit down, then realised that she had no idea where to sit. Okay, where do I sit? Someone throw me a life jacket, please! They're staring at me… does my hair look okay? I'm just too nervous… remember what Drew Barrymore said… what did she say? Oh, yeah! breathe. Breathe.
Jareth jumped up and strode up to Sarah. 'Are you alright?'
'Of course I am, your majesty', said Sarah using Jareth's title instead of his name- just so she wouldn't unknowing commit any faux pas. 'I've had some java and now I'm ever so sorry for whacking you with my pillow. Repeatedly. In the head. In my drowsed state, I quite forgot that bricks would have been much more afflicting.'
Ramona giggled and Jareth paled a little. 'I'll make a mental note never to put bricks in your room. Ever.' Turning to his other guests, 'This is Lady Sarah Williams, the first to complete my Labyrinth… ever… in my reign, that is. My lady, this is Jolungus the Troll King, Legolas the Elf Prince, Fenrir the Fairy King and Ramona the Dryad Princess.
Sarah waved her hand and tilted her head a bit.
Jareth smiled and steered her over to the seat next to the Troll King. He pulled out her chair for her and then sat back down at the head of the table.
Sarah sat down and looked around, feeling that it was perfectly alright to do so as everyone else (with the exception of Jareth) was staring at her.
Princess Ramona sat at Jareth's right hand, in the chair that Sarah usually occupied. Legolas, whose name was oddly familiar, sat next to the Princess. He had white blonde hair in a similar hue to Jareth, but his hair was much longer than the Goblin King. He wore a tunic in green, tights in light grey, dark grey boots and a green jacket. His eyes were green/grey and his face was well formed. His ears were small and delicate-looking, coming to a point at the ends
On Jareth's other hand, his left hand, sat the Fairy King, Fenrir. He had short black hair and really really big ears, making Legolas' look sub-standard. He had slanting brows and twinkling blue eyes- well, they would be sparkling if he were smiling. Instead, he was frowning. By the many deeply etched lines in his face, Fenrir had not smiled in a long time. He had a squat body that looked as if, in his own day, he had been a very handsome warrior, but now all that he had of his glory days was an empty scabbard at his side. He wore loose pants, boots and a loose tunic, all in light blues. To show his status, he had two translucent wings on his back. They were small enough to belong to a sparrow- if a sparrow were to have see-through wings.
Next to Sarah sat Jolungus of the Troll Kingdom. He had white hair and a mangled face. He was very old, but seemed wise. He had a wonky gold band on his forearm. He wore browns and greys in a style much like Fenrir's, apart from the shiny wings. Jolungus was quite tall and had not let himself go as the Fairy King had.
As everyone stopped staring and conversation re-emerged, Sarah got an overwhelming sense of unimportance. She felt ignored and lonely; feelings that she had never felt around Jareth before since she had returned to the Labyrinth. Between vexing her, yelling at her and being irrefutably sweet, how could she possibly feel ignored?
Sarah fazed out the dinning hall, the table, the people, and got lost in her memories of the past few days.