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do not own Jareth, the Fellowship, Willy Wonka, or Severus Snape. Those all belong to the following directors and/or authors
Jim Henson
Professor Tolkien

J.K. Rowling

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Jareth sat on his throne, leisurely observing the goblin groveling before him. "Are you sure that they just appeared out of nowhere?" He asked his now trembling subject. "Are you sure you didn't kidnap them all and, having grown bored with them, you now wish to have them removed?"

The goblin visably gulped. "No, King. Wee Nikkles swears that people show out of the air with loudish Pop! sound."

Jareth rolled his eyes and got to his feet. "Well, I suppose I should investigate the matter as thoroughly as is possible." He glared irritably at Nikkles. "And if there is even a whiff of goblin magic on these newcomers, then I shall relish kicking you into the Bog of Eternal Stench!" The goblin nodded his understanding and then left the room as quickly as his stubbly feet could carry him.

Jareth grumbled as he stooped over the group of unconcious intruders. Who would dare to enter his domain without his explicit permission? And even more bothersome was the question of just how they came there in the first place. Who had the power to bring them here besides himself! He brooded over them. Two women, a young boy, an old man, and ten men. How in the world?

"Arrrgghh!" Moaned the younger looking of the two women. She had short, curly hair that flew out at all angles. She opened one bleary eye and observed him with the emerald orb. "This whole losing conciousness is really starting to tick me off." She moaned as she snuggled closer to a heavily bearded man lying next to her. "Mmmmm.." She said appreciatively as she buried her face into the man's facial hair. "Soft..."

Jareth burst into quiet laughter. She'd drifted back into her sleeping state and he didn't wish to wake her...the bearded man and her looked too cute together. He wondered what their reaction would be when they woke up. He snickered some more, then noticed that some of the others were stirring.

"Wake up, Pip." Whispered a small male with extraordinariallly hairy feet to another. "We've got to go fetch the porridge from aunt Mayberry." Then he slumped back the same way the girl had.

He sighed. "This isn't going to be easy." He muttered to himself. "Even so, I should take them somewhere. I can't leave them in the middle of my Labyrinth. A runner might come across them." So it was that Jareth magically levitated them all uncerimoniously and transported them to The Castle Beyond the Goblin City.

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Marie opened her eyes to feel a thick cloth being pressed gently around her face. "She's awake." Said Aragorn, who had been taking care of her. He smiled down at her in a fatherly sort of way. "Once again, Marie, you seem to be the last to wake."

"Hmph." Sh grumbled, aggitated. "Please tell me I haven't missed anything yet."

"Not much. "He assured her. "Just the greetings and such. The typical mannerisms one must go through."

She smiled. "Thank goodness for that. Pleasentries are sooo boring."

"But necessary." He reminded her with an amused smile. "Anyway, now that all of our number is fully coherent, I suppose that we must get on with explaining things...shouldn't we?"

"Yes." Came a strong, confident voice from her other side. A tall man came into her line of vision. His features were sharp and his hair was long, blond, and wild. His eyebrows were turned up at the edges and his eyes were bi-colored, one blue and one green. He stared down at her with indifference. "I'm the Goblin King. You may call me Jareth."

"Goblins?" Marie gasped. "As in Orcs?"

"No." He said curtly. "Not like Orcs. They are mischievious and yes, I admit, somewhat dangerous.." He tipped her chin up with one finger. "However, none of them are so vile as the ones your companions have described." He smiled, his thin lips quirking at the edges. "And none of you need fear even the pranks of my Goblins for they fear my wrath."

"And what exactly does your wrath entail?" She asked curiously.

"A trip to the Bog of Eternal Stench via my boot." He replied with another smirk.

"Ahhh..." She replied, not quite sure what he ment.

"Anyway," Said the Goblin King. "Let us discuss what brings you here. Your friends said it was most urgent."

"We came to warn you about the Sues, your..erm..highness." Marie told him. "They have invaded Middle-Earth and one other Canon. If they are not stopped soon, they may end up here and tear your Canon into pieces."

"What!" He thundered, Marie winced at the volume his voice reached. "But I am the master of the realm and no one shall wrest it from my grasp!"

"You don't understand! The Sues have powers, powers which can only be subdued if we arouse an army and destroy them. If you attempt to take on the Sue-hoard by yourself, you will be overcome." She protested. "We've been going from Canon to Canon, asking for help." She gestured towards their ever-growing group. "We've picked up one or two from the two previous Canons we've visited as representatives of their forces."

"An army, you say?" He mused, his voice calmer and his demeanor less threatening. "Fine, I will lend you the aid of my subjects.." They all breathed a sigh of relief. "However," He narrowed his eyes. "You must allow me to accompany you to your future destinations."

"Really?" She blanched. "Are you sure?" He nodded, so she shrugged. "Alright, then."

All of them glanced at Gandalf, who blushed. "It seems, that..er.." He stuttered. "My staff is experiencing a dysfunction and needs to rest." They stared. "All of this transporting between Canons isn't easy. I need a break." He said wearily. He collapsed on a nearby bed. "Give me about an hour and I'll be rested enough to continue our journey."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to pass the time then." Said Jareth with a wolfish grin. "Do any of you sing or dance?"

"I do." Legolas said.

"Great!" Jareth beamed. "What about anyone else?" He peered around at them all. Marie blushed and raised her hand.

"I do, but I dance like a spasmatic weasel on crack." She confessed. "And you don't even want to be anywhere near any windows when I sing." She giggled, embarrassed. "They would probably shatter."

Jareth waved a hand dismissively. "Nonsense, I'll have you dancing in no time." He offered her his hand and led her out of the room through a door that materialized out of thin air.

A ballroom made of crystal was through the door. As Jareth shut it behind the others in the group, the door sealed itself and disappeared. Faint music began to play.

He pointed at her with one finger. "You remind me of the babe.."

"What babe?" She asked him, confused.

He grinned and twirled her. "The babe with the power."

"What power?"

"The power of Voodoo." He answered, spinning her around in a circle.

"Who do?" She asked as she was dipped down to the floor.

"You do." He told her with a sharp-toothed grin.

"Do what?" She asked hesitantly.

"Remind me of the babe." He repeated and a pair of goblins beside the wall began to laugh. "Quiet!" He commanded, then smiled at her again. "A goblin babe." He laughed heartily and was not joined by anyone. He glared at them all. "Well?" He said expectantly. So the goblins attempted to laugh again.

Gimli swore under his breath. What if *he* could dance? Would Marie agree so readily to allow him to teach her? Or had he just been imagining the affection between himself and her? He stopped fuming and looked down in surprise when he realized that Legolas' hand was upon his shoulder. "Don't worry, mellon." He said with a smile. "This king's heart resides with another, you needn't fear competition."

"I still don't like it." Grumbled the miffed Dwarf.

Jareth danced around Marie.
*I saw my baby, cryin' hard as babe could cry.
What could I do?
My baby's love had gone
and left my baby blue*

Willy moved a little to the beat, enjoying the unusual music.

Jareth smirked and continued.

*Nobody knew
what kind of magic spell to use!*

"Slime and snails." Sang a goblin.

"Or puppydog tails." Chimed another.

"Thunder or lightening." A third joined in.

Jareth turned and pointed at her with his riding crop. "And baby said?" He grinned, the riding crop in his hand looked suspiciously enough like a microphone.

"Ummm.." Was her brilliant reply.

It didn't seem to phase him in the slightest, because he went on singing.

*Dance, magic, dance!
Dance, magic, dance!*

Snape interrupted the goblins as they sang out their part. "What mature monarch." He sneered sarcastically, but that was all he said on the matter.

Jareth kicked a goblin high into the air because it was in the way.

*Jump, magic, Jump!
Jump, magic, jump!*

He picked up Marie and spun her around for a few seconds, then set her down again. He stood next to her and slowly moved his feet, as if he were demonstrating what to do. She caught on quickly and soon they were both dancing to the beat.

*I saw my baby,
tryin' hard as babe could try,
what could I do?
My baby's fun had gone
and left my baby blue!*

One of the goblins accidently tripped Marie and she tumbled forward, but managed a tuck-and-roll before she was seriously hurt. Jareth, thinking she'd added a new move, copied her.

*Nobody knew
what kind of magic spell to use*

"Slime and snails, puppydog tails, thunder or lightening." The goblins sang once again.

Jareth pointed his riding crop at Marie again. "And baby said?" He asked with a smirk.

Marie grinned and sang at the top of her voice.

*Dance, magic, dance!
Dance, magic, dance!*

Jareth hooked his arm in hers and they started doing the Can-Can.

*Jump, magic, jump!
Jump, magic, jump!* Jareth's voice echoed through the ballroom.

*Dance, magic, Dance!
Dance, magic, dance!* Marie answered him, and it seemed that she'd just been self-concious about her voice because despite what she'd said it wasn't terrible. Not the best voice in the world, but it was pleasing to hear at least.

They continued their little song and dance routine until the doors suddenly were flung open and hastily closed by a panicked wizard.

"They're here!" He wheezed. "They're here!"

Marie froze and paled. "The Sues." She glanced fearfully at Jareth.

Gandalf motioned them over to the farthest part of the room. "Order your goblins to bar the door, please." The wizard asked politely.

Jareth glowered at the goblins. "Well, you heard what he said. Do it!" The goblins stumbled over each other in their haste to obey.

Jareth sighed and wiped his brow on his shirtsleeves. His hands, which were covered by black leather gloves, massaged his forehead. "To think I would be driven out of my own kingdom..."

Gandalf, his strength having returned, hurried in preparation of a new portal. Slowly, slowly, a pentagonal shape grew. It swirled with blue and a deep burgundy color. It exuded the scent of the sea and some sort of alcoholic beverage...

Without any words being exchanged, the whole group jumped. In pairs they went, for it was much quicker that way.

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