Disclaimer: Labyrinth and all it's characters is property of Jim Henson co. I believe.

Sleeping Beauty and all it's character's are property of Disney, and Disney probably owns everything else I could think of too.

Just as a heads up, and I are having a bit of a spat at the moment but good karma to all those who private messaged me about the kinks I had to work out.

Robert was having a strange sense of Deja Vu. He was in an exceedingly strange place. It was all so blindingly white, and pure, and clean. He was certain that he was sitting on something, he just couldn't tell what. I'm probably asleep, thought Robert. That's why this is all so familiar, his mind said, you've probably had this dream before.

"Ridiculous! You can't have the same dream twice!" He countered back at his mind.

"I wouldn't be to sure about that, your Majesty." A voice droned from behind in a bored fashion. Robert turned around and realised quite calmly that it was the Goblin King and he should have been scared out of his wits, yet, he wasn't.

"Aren't you dead?" He asked politely, as it would never do to upset the King of the Goblins. He was rolling two crystals along the length of his arms, making them dance back and forth in a twisting Kaleidoscope of colours. His face was plastered with a terrifying grin. Robert wasn't very terrified though, just... At peace.

"That's what I've been telling you Robert. Every night, for the past ten years."

"And I believe you?"

Robert, as usual, was somewhat confused.

"I am your future Son-in-Law," The Goblin King stated matter of factly, "Why shouldn't you believe me?"

"Oh." Said Robert simply, "I thought Phillip was my future Son-in-Law."

King Jareth raised a sharp eyebrow, still continuously dipping the crystal orbs back and forth, "You also thought that it would be a good idea to tell me that your infant daughter had died so that I wouldn't press her into marriage. You ALSO thought that you had the right to send her away to live in a forest with a dwarf with trust issues, a delusional one-eyed fox and a monster whom children fear." The Goblin King spat venomously. "You think a great deal to many tiresome things old man."

King Robert took all this in calmly. "I see. I do seem to think a fair bit, don't I? Right now for example, I'm thinking: is there a reason for why I'm here, in a big old white place, instead of in my bed? Is there a reason, your Highness?"

"Why yes there is!" The Goblin King smiled as if congratulating a small child. A single translucent sphere was offered and Robert obediently stared into it. Inside the sphere, tucked between slender green trees, the Goblin King danced nimbly back and forth with a girl who looked remarkably like Robert's last wife, Linda.

"She looks remarkably like my last wife, Linda." Stated Robert.

The Goblin King watched himself and the girl with a heavy desire, all the while his grotesque grin in place.

"Yes, she does a bit, doesn't she?"

"She does a lot." Confirmed Robert "Why are you showing me a girl who looks remarkably like my last wife Linda?"

King Jareth leant in like he was about to share a secret. "Well Robert, that girl is my future wife," Robert nodded, What they made a fine couple. That must be why the King was smiling so much. Fine couples like this one should happen more often, he thought to himself, "And I am aware that you are holding a ball for when your daughter returns and that my bride will be there. Before the stroke of midnight, I am going to take her aside, and ask her to become my Queen."

"That's good for you."

"It is. It is! But I fear that when I go to her there will be those who wish to stop us."

Robert was vaguely aware that he might have been sad. Or angry. He wasn't sure. The poor girl, Why would anyone not want this fine couple to be together?

"Why?"

"My beloved is mortal," The Goblin King said, almost wistfully, "and there are forces who would want to prevent our happiness."

Robert watched the girl in the crystal. She looked so happy and carefree. She should stay happy and carefree, Robert decided. If the Ruler of the Goblins made her happy then so be it.

"Goblin King," Robert said solemnly, gripping the man's hand, "I vow that I, nor any from my court, will not come between you and your future Queen on the evening of my daughter's ball." A cool flow seemed to wash over Robert, relaxing that ever tense knot between his shoulders, creases from his forehead disappeared and a tranquil glaze settled over his eyes.

"My upmost thanks to you and yours King Robert, but you would bear no, grudge against me if I took precautions, would you?"

"Not at all my good sir, not at all." Robert grinned, the immense feeling of giddiness still in place.

A canine smile flickered over the King's lips as he tossed the other luminescent crystal.

"Catch."

Eagerly Robert reached forward to grab it. The oddly oily surface burst against his finger at the briefest touch.

"Oh!"

A queasiness pulled at his stomach and a heavy throb pressed over poor, old Robert's mind.

"What-What have you done?" He gagged painfully.

King Jareth looked thoughtful for an instant.

"Why nothing at all my good man. I merely, rearranged, your memory a touch, so that my beloved and I may have our peace. Don't be concerned Robert, your minor discomfort will pass."

Slowly Robert uprighted himself from his retching.

"You- You're RIGHT! I feel better already. In fact, I've never felt better!"

The King of the Goblins smiled smoothly.

"Excellent. And now, I take my leave." He said with a bow and turning to go.

"Wait!"

Some had been bugging Robert this whole time and he hand't been sure what. The King of the Goblins made an impatient noise at the back of his throat and finally that spark of fear appeared in Robert, he had to think of something quick or else he could be punished. He wasn't sure how he could be punished in his own dream world but, still.

"When I said, in the beginning of my dream, that you can't have the same dream more than twice, you disagreed with me. Why?"

A look that Robert couldn't make out crossed The high King's face.

"I disagreed with you because I have had the same dream night after night, and it's been haunting me now for over fifteen years."

And with that, the whiteness consumed him and everything was gone. Into the abyss.

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Hoggle had a bad premonition about today and he was quite certain that he wasn't gassy this time. He watched Sarah gently bouncing the little Toby in her lap, from his spot on the window ledge, the open window allowing air to waft in delicious earthy smells into the meagre dwelling from the window box. She had grown up from being a tiny, pink, squidgy baby to a real kind and caring young lady and Hoggle felt pride swell up in his chest like a ballon, or, maybe he was just gassy. It was hard to tell now he was getting on in his years.

Her large eyes widen even further until he was quite surprised they didn't pop out of her head.

As Sarah stared into the box and Hoggle found a strange contentment in seeing that she was as dumbfounded as he had been.

"Well..." She began, with what appeared to a rather forced smile (Maybe she was gassy, thought Hoggle).

"Sar-wah, like?" Ventured Ludo, his beaming face hopeful.

"It is very... Um... Pink?"

She looked at Hoggle for conformation, just like she used to when she had been only a little lady, wondering if she had said the right thing to a tree sprite. Hoggle nodded back enthusiastically.

"Exceedingly pink," She continued almost over passionately, "Why, Hoggle, Didymus, Ludo, Thank-you so very much. Never... in all my life... have I seen such a vibrant colour, or a more... Flattering... Design. I couldn't wear something like this to go galavanting about in the forest." Ludo and Didymus were congratulating themselves joyously. Sarah really had wasted a life on the stage by being stuck in a forest, and a Princess, but she couldn't control that. To put the icing on the cake (Something Hoggle had actually forgotten to do) Sarah played the cute card, bopping her little brother on the nose with the tip of her finger causing bouts of laughter to spout from the babe.

"No we couldn't, could we Toby!? We'd nwever ewver ewver ruin something as, beautiful, as that dress. It's fit for a Princess!"

Princess.

The word hung heavily in the air like the smell of off fish. Expectant glances were thrown by Didymus and Ludo at Hoggle like spears. Except spears would hurt less, part of him grumbled. You can't keep putting this off! The another part of Hoggle said. They'll be here in three days to collect her. And then you'll never see her again, whispered the last part of Hoggle. Shut up! snapped the other two.

So with a grave face, Hoggle hopped off his ledge and dragged his feet over to Sarah. He was barely up to her shoulder now, he realised, and this was when she was sitting! Hoggle petted her knee awkwardly.

"Now Sarah," Hoggle's voice sounded even more grumbly to him than usual. He must have been coming down with something. "Erm, we's been a-thinking, me an' Didymus an' Ludo, that coz yous be gettin' so big now, yous should learn somethin' 'bout yer family."

Sarah looked pleasantly surprised.

"M-my family?" A dreamy look of wonder passed over her face. Part of Hoggle felt resentment, weren't they her family? It passed though when he saw her expectant face.

"Erm yeah, well, yous be a-knowin' the story o' the Princess o' the Underground."

Sarah smiled sweetly.

"Of course!" She said, and she began to recite "In the Underground, over fifteen years ago, lived a kindly King and his beautiful Queen."

Sarah's lilting voice washed over the small mill.

"Many years they longed for a child, and finally their wish was granted, yet it came at a cost. To have the child, the King and his Queen had to ask assistance of the wild King of the castle beyond the Goblin City and were much in debt to him. But eventually, a daughter was born, and they named the girl Sarah, because Sarah means Princess and that was what she was. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all the high or low could pay homage to the infant Princess, but in their excitement, the King and Queen had forgotten to invite the King of the Goblins. When he found out about the celebrations, the Goblin King fell into a wild rage."

I'll say, thought Hoggle, as Sarah continued on.

"And so, at her birthing ceremony, after three fairies gifted her with beauty, a voice and the power to never give up hope,"

That hadn't been as bad a gift as Hoggle had first thought, although the fairy could have been honest and said, 'as stubborn as a mule' instead.

"Three citizens of the Goblin King's labyrinth followed. Some believe that they were spies who allowed the Goblin King into the castle but no-one knows for certain. All they know is that at that instant the changeling King arrived to whisk the child away, but what no-one expected was for the King to fall in love with the girl. And so he placed a curse on her that she would love him back, fear him and be his slave by the time she was sixteen or else take a bite from a cursed peach and be thrown into a death-like state."

Sarah's voice dropped low and menacingly to finish the story.

"The dark magic placed upon the child was to much for her to handle and the poor baby became feverish and sickly. Before the year had passed the Princess Sarah had died. Before the decade passed the Queen subsumed to madness and joined her daughter. As for the Goblin King," Sarah whispered softly.

"No one has heard from him since, some suspect he died from a broken heart, but, if on a dark and stormy night, one says their right words, rumour has it, that the Goblins will come and whisk the child away."

Toby whimpered from Sarah's arms and Sarah giggled.

"But don't worry Toby, I would never do that to you."

Hoggle knew that now was the time to tell here while she was happy.

"An', erm what do you know 'bout yerself Sarah?"

The girl gnawed on her lip, still bouncy the once again babbly baby.

"Sixteen years ago, I was found in the forest by the three of you, and you'd just run away from your home, and the King was kind enough to let you stay here so when you found me you thought it was a blessing and you named me Sarah after the Princess, to honour the King."

Didymus nervously pulled at his tail, "Is that all milady?"

Sarah squinted slightly, concentrating, "Last year, the rocks told Ludo there was another baby in the forest who had no one to care for him and that was how we got Toby."

The babe gurgled at his name.

Alright, time to break it to her, gently so that she wouldn't be too upset but not so it didn't sound like they hand't grown to care about her and her brother. Hoggle's tongue was suddenly to big and stiff for his mouth. He felt like a puppet, being controlled by some unknown force.

"Now Sarah... you sees, the thing bein' 'bout yer parents, the thing that we weres goin' ta tell yer, erm, well, you sees, not that we be a lyin' to yer..."

"For heavens sake my brother! Are you a dwarf or a donkey!" Exclaimed Sir Didymus, "Refrain from this cowardly, stubbornness and tell Lady Sarah that she is the Princess at once."

Silence. Painful. Awkward. Silence.

More painful and awkward than a mistimed bout of gas, and Hoggle knew all about that.

It was times like these when Hoggle reconsidered his truly amazing idea that he had had in the throne rooms all those years ago. The muzzle would have indeed been an excellent investment.

Didymus snapped his snout shut so quickly anyone would have sworn that some grabbed a hand over his mouth. If anyone had been watching him. They were all looking at Sarah for her reaction. The girl was shifting slightly in her seat trying to gauge their reactions while, smiling stiffly, Toby clutched to her knee.

"Oh, um, haha you guys. That was very funny. Thank-you, you've always noticed my playing pretend and acting like a Princess. I guess you got me."

Ludo's face crumpled, in a confused manner.

"Sar-Wah not want to be... Pwin-cess?"

Sarah seemed to realise that she may have been hurting some feelings and put Toby down on the floor, rushing across to Ludo and knotting her hands in his thick fur.

"No, no Ludo. I love pretending to be a Princess but... It's just..."
"Milady, this is no jest. We assure you, you are the real Princess." Didymus said almost apologetically.

A twist of emotions rushed across her face. Fear, disbelief, anger, disbelief again, shock, a confused angry sadness and finally settling back into disbelief.

"Tha-That's not the way things are! I CAN'T be a Princess! She died! I don't even feel like a Princess. You lied to me! Ooh, it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!" Sarah's voice rang out with betrayal. Toby started to bawl from under the table.

Oh Toby! I'm sorry, you're the only person I'm not upset with." Said Sarah as she crawled under the table as to join her brother, who stopped his wailing when his sister joined him. Hoggle felt disgruntled at this. It wasn't his fault her father sent her away! It wasn't his fault the fox couldn't keep his mouth shut! Hoggle hadn't ever done anything.

"P-perhaps Milady will feel more like a Princess if she puts the royal gown on." Didymus piped in a rather ashamed voice, peeking his nose under the checkered table cloth.

"I suppose." Came the grumpy response.

Hoggle, Ludo and Sir Didymus waited a few minutes but nothing happened.

"And perhaps," continued the fox in a more vigilant tone, "A Princess would not sulk under a table."

"I am not sulking." The voice sulked.

"Sar-Wah Sulking." Confirmed Ludo firmly. That rock monster sure did have a way about him when he wanted to.

Sarah stuck her head out from under the table, wiping away angry tears but gave them a watery grin when she saw their expressions. She was trying to put on a brave face from them, Hoggle realised as his heart ached dully in his chest.

"Ok, maybe I am sulking... Just a little, but I'm suddenly a Princess and that's a lot to take in."
"We're sorry Sarah." The three chorused in unison, Hoggle suddenly realised that they had been living way to long together. He had to move back to his hut. Oh wait, the King had said what would happen if he returned. Hoggle shuddered at that thought as Sarah began to speak again.

"That's all right I guess. You did what you thought was best and I just didn't take it too well. I'll go put the dress on."

Sarah bundled up the mountains of fabric in her arms and strode out of the room, turning just before she reached the door.

"But the next time any of you upset me," She warned in a mocking voice that reminded Hoggle frightfully of someone else, "I'll toss you all into my dungeon." She laughed disbelievingly.

"Me? A Princess." He thought he caught through the closed door.

It was a shame the Goblin King was gone, contemplated Hoggle. They would have been well matched.

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Sarah looked at the mirror and a pair red-rimmed eyes stared back balefully.

"Oh stop it!" She snapped at her reflection, but when she looked down, she saw what the reflection was so mournful about. She felt like Ludo had just thrown a rock at her and her stomach caught the impact.

It was the pink... Thing. It wasn't that Sarah didn't know very well that they had tried so hard but...

It wasn't just the colour that was making her so miserable. Not really anyway. Didymus had called it a dress but tent would have been more accurate.

The skirt of the dress, or she guessed it was the skirt, started just under her bust on one side but well below her hip on the other, leaving the heavy material to drag around on the floor behind her, small toes peeping out from the front.

Was the skirt puffy? Did it lie flat?

Sarah believed that the answer to both those questions as she examined the waterfall of fuchsia in the mirror, was sadly a yes.

Pleats. Everywhere. Around a solid twenty altogether, thrown in with an abandon. There might have been sleeves. Sarah had only found two holes at what she had guessed was the top, and had stuck her unbrushed head of hair through the larger one and one of her arms through the smaller one.

To tie it all together, a large bow drooped from the back of the dress like a damaged pair of wings.

"All hail Princess Sarah of the Underground." Sarah muttered glumly.

It was just the dress. It was the responsibility. Anxiety clawed at her. Sarah had spent her entire life, running around a forest, with flowers in her hair and not a care in the world. Now Sarah had to look after an entire Kingdom, and she wouldn't even have a mother there to guild her because,

'Oh yeah, by the way, you sent her insane and she killed herself.' Sarah's mind remarked snidely. Tears built up in her throat. The airless feeling, As if she had beed thrown against a stone wall continued to spread.

Around and around these miserable thoughts chased until Sarah would hardly take it any longer. Her mill home that had always seemed so cosy and welcoming had become a confined and claustrophobic. The walls were to close. She couldn't breath, she realised as she yanked at her hair.

She had to get out, had to escape. To the forest. To freedom. To fresh air.

Holding her head high and proudly, Sarah walked through the main room and out to the front door.

"I need time to think." Sarah said brusquely.

"By myself that is." She added when she saw Hoggle going to follow her.

After that she took off. She wasn't sure where to but she needed to go. Far away. Somewhere were there was cool grass beneath her and a never ending sky above her. Sarah arrived out of breath and with her new dress full of holes in the clearing she had first met Jareth all those months ago. It seemed like an eternity. Now she would never be able to see him again, Sarah discovered with a confused shock. Except at the occasional dusty court meeting held in grand throne rooms where they would have to call each other 'My Lord' and 'My Lady.'

Sarah hadn't realised she had been about to cry until she felt burning tears slip her lashes. She had to see Jareth again. She wasn't sure how long she had left in her forest home and it would be wrong to leave without saying goodbye. Completely neglecting the last time they had met, Sarah scrubbed her face with the front of her dress and put what she hoped to be a determined expression on.

"Jareth," Sarah called in a timid tone, "Jareth I need you."

She nearly jumped out of her dress when an arm slender arm wrapped around her waist moments later.

"I'm glad to see you've come to your senses."

The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as the Fae man's warm breath caressed it.

"No." Sarah pushed away from him firmly. "I've come to say goodbye." Her voice broke, "So here I go. It was nice meeting you Jareth, we've had some good times, I'm going to miss you. Goodbye." She was crying again now, the tears coming faster and faster. Slender fingers tried to brush away the tears with comforting noises.

"Good-bye?" He asked astounded. Sarah gulped on her tears and raised her tear sheered eyes to the sky. It was too blue, too beautiful. Why couldn't it have been raining? Why couldn't everything be miserable like her?

"Good-bye?" Jareth repeated angrily. "Sarah, I have done everything you could have ever wanted, and this is how you repay me? Ho-"

"No, please." Sarah felt as if everything was going to burst, as she gripped onto the ruffled front of his shirt. Always wearing a new outfit she sniffed to herself and a sudden white hot rage took over her.

Everything was handed to this man on a silver platter! Stupid Jareth, in his stupid clothes. He would never understand this situation. What with having an army of servants to fix his hair alone, how could he possibly understand this problem. No doubt if he had a bad day because of some peasant or something, he would still go home to a loving wife who organised his clothes for him.

She must have looked like a wreck, in her pink nightmare, with puffy eyes and scraggily hair. A complete and total wreck or, maybe one of those junk ladies Jareth mentioned one time.

"I'm not telling you that you have to go." Sarah chocked back yet another overwhelming sob. "I'm telling you that I have to go."

His suspicious gaze bore into her and Sarah felt completed to tell everything, and so she did. About being a Princess, about the curse, her mother, her carers lying to her, even the awful dress, and he sat and listened and took her in his arms and comforted her and by the end Sarah felt so drained that the girl just sat there, the Fae's arms entwined around her, listening to the forest life continue around them.

"The worst thing about all of this though," Hiccoughed Sarah, hair falling over her eyes "is that I was supposed to be mad you for being so stupid when you were drunk."

Cautiously a gloved hand brushed the vagrant hair from her eyes.

"Ah, but it is your birthday sweet Sarah. No one could possibly be mad on their birthday." He mockingly sighed, eyes hungrily tracing her lips before locking on to hers. Sarah felt a jolt in her chest, or maybe a quiver. Was is suddenly quieter all of a sudden?

"Sixteen years too!"

When had his arms gotten so tight? When had his face gotten so close? He had such lovely eyes, but they were always so dark. So full of desire. Was it something all fae had? Sarah wondered, head tilted curiously, eyes large with awe and innocence.

"When a lady of the court turns sixteen, she is considered a woman." Jareth uttered so softly that Sarah had to lean in to hear him. Sarah felt as though she were floating as he slowly slipped one hand to cradle the back of her head.

"Oh?" Sarah's lips parted ever so slightly. The dappled light shone on gently on her face. Jareth slowly closed the gap like a hunter on a deer. Sarah watched the curve of his lips. So haughty. So close.

"Indeed, a beautiful, alluring... Woman." Jareth murmured. He was so close, so close all had had to do was lean forward the slightest bit, guild her with his hands and then...

"What happens when she becomes a woman." Implored Sarah. Surely it would be a ball, with graceful dancing and tinkling music and laughter filling the air, So many, many beautiful things. Her eyes fluttered shut, trying to picture them all.

"It is tradition, or so I have heard, to give the fair maiden, a Kiss."

The woodland creatures held their breaths in anticipation. Others placed bets, but they all watched as the Fae eased the girl gently against him, crushing the bow on her back with one hand and the other faltering in the over her face, watching her closely with a lustful awe. Gloved finger tips brushed softly against her cheek, head tilted, in for the kill and then,

"I'm not really sixteen." Sarah whispered as if in a trance.

If a forest could have made a collective noise it would have been a groan. The forest creatures went back to their daily lives with nineteen very angry nymphs handing kisses over to a faun named Carlos for winning the betting round.

Jareth made an almost pining sound.

"What?"

"The Princess Sarah," she murmured, eyes still glazed over, trying desperately to remember. "That's me now. She was born on the summer solstice and that's nearly two weeks away."

"So it is," Jareth replied dully as he dropped his hands.

Sarah snapped back into the present, She had been so rude before she'd left home. Poor Ludo! Poor Didymus! Poor Hoggle! She had been so awful to them! A responsible Princess would never do something like that she realised with a pang of guilt, as she slid off the fae's tight-clad lap.

Making her excuses she bid the Fae a sweet farewell as she dashed back home. She couldn't be late for her own birthday dinner.

It slowly grew darker in the forest but Jareth remained slouched against the tree as if he were made from stone, only moving to snap moodily if anything got so much as six feet near him.

Her trust! He had had that for months. Her love? Well, if his precious didn't love him by now, then she would in two weeks time. Her? She had lain in his arms! Where he could have made wanton use of her then and there, had he not been so generous.

The Goblin King snarled at a rabbit that got to curious.

Why was he always so close?

His ears pricked as he heard a shuffling, grumbling that had been absent from the labyrinth for over fifteen years. Maybe it was time to pay an old 'friend' a visit.

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Hoggle watched as Sarah cooed of the baby Prince who had managed to smear cake over everything within his reach, even himself.

"Who's a grubby little goblin?"

She laughed brightly as Toby smeared a sticky hand on her forehead.

After Sarah had run out, Hoggle had been worried that she may never have come back. After all, he didn't know what these high spirited female types were like after all, he was just a simple dwarf. A simple dwarf with a bad case of gas. Which the cake had given him. Hoggle announced that he was going to gather some herbs to the for his gas, because he was quite certain that he had seen the right plant growing by a boulder only the day before.

He left as Sarah washing the mucky boy in a tub by the fire as she and Ludo contentedly listened to Sir Didymus' grand tale of his old stead, Merlin, or was it Ambrosius, Hoggle could never exactly remember. They were probably both old magic codgers with a beard he thought matter of factly.

Just after dinner, Hoggle had drawn Sarah aside and given her his own private gift.

"It's a piece of chalk." Sarah had said when she had seen the lump he had offered her.

"Cor, it be more than that little missy. It's a MAGIC piece of chalk."

Hoggle demonstrated, pulling out a small mirror.

"You sees, yer takes a mirror, like so, And down the middle yous draw a swiggly line. An' on one half o' the mirror yer draw the moon and on the other the sun. An' then yous be joing in the two with a circle and yous be tappin the mirror three times."

Hoggle tapped the mirror smartly and watched with a smug satisfaction as surprise flitted across Sarah's face.

"Them what?" She whispered excitedly.

"Thens you say somethin' like 'Toby I needs ya.'"

A small child appeared in the mirror smushing cake against himself.

"Woah." Exclaimed Sarah softly "Thank-you Hoggle! Now, I'll be able to see you all when I'm at the castle." She whispered again, almost tearfully.

"It be more than that Sarah." Hoggle responded gruffly, "Coz we be havin' this mirror, an' you'll be havin' your own in the palace, yous'll be able to talk with us an well even be able to visit yer. If you's like."

"Oh thank-you! Thank-you! Thank-you Hoggle! You don't know what this means to me."

Sarah squeezed him tightly and covered the top of his craggily head in kisses.

The old dwarfs train of thought ended when he suddenly collided with reality, or rather a boot.

The boot was attached to a leg and the leg was attached to the most terrifying thing he had ever seen.

"Higgle." The King sneered.

"Yer-yer Majesty."

To say Hoggle was in shock would be a bolder statement than the Goblin King's fashion choices. The King crouched down to the lumpy dwarf's level and Hoggle. Hoggle wondered if he was still the Underground's best long distance sprinting dwarf or if he would just fall flat on his nose.

"Higgle would you care to explain to me exactly why my beloved Sarah spent her afternoon crying in the middle of the forest wearing nothing but a pink bed sheet."The King's cultured voice articulated.

"Oh, erm, well yous be seeing your majesty... that were bein' because, well it looked like a bed sheet but in actual fact-"

"Hoggle." The King interrupted sharply, "Is that... lipstick? All. Over. Your. Forehead."

King Jareth's nostrils flared angrily, like a bloodhound smelling... Well, blood. Since when had his little lady started using make-up? A fairy had gifted her with beauty at birth, she didn't need pointless things like that to enhance herself, or get him in trouble with Goblin Kings. He would be confiscating it the moment he got home. If he got home that was...

"I's, erm, It... It could be your highness, but I um...Cor, well. It could also be a rash."
"A rash?"

"Whater' you be askin' bout the little lady yer Majesty?" Hoggle rushed quickly

The King gritted his canine teeth together.

"Ah yes, Sarah."

The dwarf shuddered at the way the rat made her name sound.

"You wouldn't be havin' any bad intentions toward the her would ya, yer Majesty?" he ventured.

"My intentions for the girl," The King said smoothly, "are my own."

With a well practised flick, the Goblin King drew a crystal from the air and spun it back and forth neatly, before tossing it high into the shimmering night sky. The ball seemed to absorb the night sky and it drifted back down to the king in the form of a gauzy dress, spun from the very moonlight.

"Give her this. My future Queen should not be seen in public in something as hideous as you."

Hoggle took the dress gingerly in his hands. Had the Goblin King just said he was as ugly as the Fuchsia menace?

He looked up to argue but the King had already slipped away into the darkness, just like Hoggle's gas, it seemed.

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A/N: Hey, hey, hey. Look at me churning out chapters faster... than... Donald Trump churns out... annoying remarks about everyone that's not him. Or at least I was until the little 'incident.'

But like, If you value your sanity, which I don't know you, you might not. Never look up that creepy photo of Donald Trump and his daughter from the 90's.

There is some definite weird Lolita Sh-t going on there.

Do on the other hand look up vintage dresses and note the 3 to your left and 1 down. A pale, blue opera dress, with plunging V-neckline and pearls. That is what the dress Jareth has made Sarah looks like in my mind. Kind of.

By the way, what is going on with you calling Phillip a donkey. I mean he is but so is Jareth. Jareth is way worse in fact! Do you notice how possessive he his when he talks to or about Sarah?

If you want a similar example examine Heathcliff in Wuthering Heights or the Duke of Ferrara in Robert Browning's poem 'My Last Duchess.'

Sure I'm positioning you all so that you'll like Jareth but J.K. Rowling did the same thing with Snape and when it comes down to it, Snape was a git who felt that because a girl was friendly to him he had the right to place a claim on her. A 30 year long claim. Creep.

No dude.

Not cool.

Anyway, like Bon Jovi said, we're halfway there, so hold on back there folks. Actually I could be lying. I don't know. I'm kind of tired again. Went back over chapter 1 and realised just how many typo's there were so when this is all over, I'll fix it.