All of the goblins had noticed that Jareth was surprisingly upbeat. He smiled as he passed and even said 'please' and 'thank you' to the goblins who usually ticked him off. He'd hum various songs they hadn't heard before, so they assumed he was working on some new material. He hadn't done in that in years. Usual dance type tunes songs were created when Jareth was very happy with the goblins and their work, or decided to throw them a party. But whenever he was feeling truly musical, he would disappear within the castle or to the gardens. The goblins didn't know why, of course. It was Jareth's secret. One of his personal joys was music, but he never told anybody where he played. Goblins attempted to follow, curious beings they are and always up to mischief, but they either couldn't keep up with him or he just disappeared and were left puzzled as to where he had gone. Of course, several centuries of trying to find out where Jareth was going and what he was doing eventually bored them senseless.
It certainly was a bizarre sight to the goblins. He wasn't cruel or unfair; he just… had a temper. The rumour was that Jareth wasn't supposed to be goblin King, he'd been sent there as a punishment, and he hated his position. The goblins daren't ask Jareth this for fear of being dumped in the Bog of Eternal Stench or getting dropped into an oubliette. So they kept quiet and went about their business. Of course, the wind whispered away the goblins' thoughts and they didn't go unnoticed. Jareth was a little, well, disheartened to find that his subjects felt that they couldn't ask him anything or feared him too much. Maybe he'd gone a little overboard with attempting to gain respect. Now, he was feared throughout the city and the Labyrinth.
But, that was in the past. He was lighter with punishments and never carried out his threats… much. He would gather the goblins and inform them on certain matters, those which included changes and things that needed to be re-built within the castle, the city and the Labyrinth as a whole.
But, back to the point, this sudden buoyant Jareth seemed to have created an amazing atmosphere within the castle, like a disease infecting everyone who came in contact with it. Soon, it would spread to the city and to the other creatures who resided within the kingdom. But for now, it was contained within the castle, Jareth's silky voice belting out tunes to music created from his magic. The castle was alive with music.
Nell found this highly amusing. She ended up peering round rooms that she suspected Jareth would be jumping around so that she could entertain herself with his antics. She was overjoyed with how Jareth was acting. He was acting like a young goblin King, like when he first became King. Before he knew of the true hardships of emotions… of love… She smiled to herself at his enthusiasm.
The goblins had their King back.
A/N: Jareth does seem like he would be musical or artistic, wouldn't he?
Apologies for lateness; I usually update twice a week. Uni's pushing hard on me, I've just not been up to writing at all and my birthday's recently just gone and I hate it – don't ask me why I just hate my birthday haha. Also, laziness on my part – sorry. Thank you to those of who have stayed and kept on reading. Not sure when I'll be back, but I'll be online a lot, just not writing.