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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Let's just call this one "The Big Shift." :)
Sarah rented a car at the airport again, and drove back to her parents house. She was glad she didn't have to try and find some cheap motel or somewhere to stay at for next few weeks.
Besides, she wanted to spend a little more time with Toby. She wondered if they would forget about her, when she was gone. She just wasn't sure how all this was going to work yet.
She arrived at her parents house, taking her things upstairs and putting them away.
Her parents and Toby had already planned a week's vacation in Florida to visit Karen's parents, so they had sent her a key and told her to make herself at home. Her boxes she had shipped were there, waiting.
She spent several days getting settled and taking many walks, soaking in the New England autumn. She always loved the time of year. She had missed it living in Southern California. It gave her time to think about the future. And the past.
She wondered if she try to talk to her mother. Eventually she decided against it. She had not really spoken to her at length since she was barely a teenager.
Linda lived out of a suitcase, traveling the globe with whatever boyfriend she had at the time and pursuing her ever evasive "perfect role" that would make her a star. She had idolized her mother until after her Labyrinth journey. Something about giving up her chance at her dreams to save Toby taught her about what real love was. Linda would have taken her dreams in a hot second. It was a sobering thought.
She went to the park, where it had all started. She had found that little red book here, so many years ago. She smiled, remembering that night, Merlin, her constant companion, the rainstorm. Her silly dramatics.
As she was walking home, she suddenly had the sensation she was being watched. She stopped and turned around, looking. She saw no one. Except..a large raven sitting in in tree nearby. Seemingly very interested in her.
"Well that's kind of weird." She said to herself. "Go away bird."
It squawked and flapped, but flew off farther away.
She shook her head. "Man I'm paranoid." She laughed at herself, and walked the rest of the way home. She still felt a bit shaken, for some reason.
She firmly locked all the doors and windows when she made it inside the house. That bird unnerved her. She had no idea why, but she had a real feeling of dread creeping into her body.
She showered and ate, then curled up on the couch and watched tv until she fell asleep there, as the tv droned on.
A while later Sarah was startled awake by something. There was no sound and the only light was the dim moonlight coming in through the window.
"Crap. I guess the electricity went out." She murmured sleepily. She stood up thinking to go upstairs and get into bed.
Something grabbed her from behind, a black gloved hand over her mouth.
"Is anyone else here?" A deep voice she had never heard before asked.
She shook her head. She was held firm against her assailant.
"Good. Witnesses make things much messier." The voice said.
She saw a flash of something in the moonlight..and suddenly a long wicked looking blade was before her eyes.
Sarah panicked, and adrenaline kicked in. Her changeling strength propelled her forward and she managed to break the hold of one of the man's arms and turn, missing the sweep of the blade to her neck, but it got her on the shoulder. She gasped in pain.
She shoved back and they fell backwards, her on top. She wrenched herself away and up putting space between herself and the man who was already standing.
She saw he was dress all in black with a black cape, the hood had fallen back. She saw dark hair and eyes, and pale shimmery skin. An immortal.
She took a few steps back and faced him. "Who are you? What do you want? I know you are from the underground!"
"My name is no concern of yours, human. What I want is to do what I have been paid to do, remove a liability. A human with knowledge of my world." He hissed at her, taking a step forward. He still had the blade in his hand.
Sarah's shoulder ached, she knew she was bleeding. "Stay the fuck away from me. Do you know what the hell Jareth is going to do to you if you kill me?"
The man grinned. "In due time if all things fall into place, he will no longer be a concern of anyone in the underground."
Sarah's arm and shoulder were beginning to throb, but her anger was growing. How is this man threaten Jareth..and her!
Sarah reached into herself and with all her strength pulled the magic she held into her hands, put them up and pushed the power out of her.
The man saw the blast of magic coming, but had no time to comprehend how a mortal had magic before it hit him. He flew back and slammed into the wall, staring at the woman, taking a closer look and seeing what he did not notice before.
"You are not mortal," he said, sounding surprised, as he slid down the wall.
"That's right asshole. I'm the fucking Goblin Queen. and you just bought yourself a whole world of hurt." Sarah ground out. She took a step forward, but got dizzy. Using so much magic had made her weak.
She did the only thing she could. "JARETH! DAMN IT! Get your glittery ass here now!" She cried out as her legs gave way.
Suddenly there was someone beside her. "Sarah?" She heard the familiar voice of Hoggle.
"Hoggle..where's...where's..." She was losing the power of her voice as her head started to swim.
"Sir Derryn! Weyliss!" She heard Hoggle say. Then there was someone else, not Jareth, but still his hands were tender. She looked up and saw another immortal, tall thin, with a goatee. "My Lady Sarah, I'm am Weyliss, The Goblin King's royal healer. Please lay still."
She nodded. She heard grunts and movement and turned her head. Another man was picking the man in the black cape up by his collar, twisting the fabric so it choked him. "You dare attempt to assassinate my Lady Queen? Who sent you?!"
"Brayson.." The man said, grunting it out while trying to breathe.
"I thought as much." Weyliss added quickly. "I told his Majesty he was pushing him too far and he might try something like this."
Hoggle was hopping mad. ""Looks at his clothes, see the markin's?! He is of the Order of the Raven! They is scum of the underground! Jareth is going to rip his throat out. Killers for hire, they are."
Derryn nodded. "Yes. I will take him with me and deposit him in an oubliette, then be back shortly." He disappeared with a firm hold on the injured man who attempted to take Sarah's life.
Weyliss lifted Sarah off the floor and laid her on the couch, examining her wound.
"It is not bad, but you have lost a lot of blood, Your Majesty. Hoggle, please come and help her. I need to get this closed. I will have use a spell. The blade was enchanted with Order magic to resist healing."
Hoggle hopped up next to Sarah, stroking her head. "Hold still, Sarah, this is gonna hurt. But Weyliss is the best, he is." He said to his distressed friend.
Sarah nodded. Weyliss concentrated and spoke in a language unknown to Sarah, then a crystal took shape in his hand, glowing. When he was done he pushed it into Sarah's shoulder. White hot pain shot through her body and she jerked, but Hoggle and the healer held her fast.
When it had completely disappeared into her skin, and the glow had dissipated, the wound was gone. She could see a pink scar where it had been.
By that time the other man had returned. They helped her sit up, and knelt before her, heads bowed.
"What's going on?" She asked, looking at Hoggle quizzically.
"They is your subjects, Sarah. They are swearin' fealty to you." Hoggle whispered in her ear.
In truth he also should have been, but felt someone she keep her informed.
"Oh..please, stand..umm..act normal..at ease?" She guessed.
The men looked at each other and shrugged, then stood. Close enough for now they supposed.
"Where is Jareth?" She burst out.
The one Hoggle called Sir Derryn spoke. "He is at the council hall, My Lady. Awaiting trial. We were instructed to listen for your call, and come if needed. I am Sir Derryn, His Majesty's aide."
"Trial? Why he is he on trial?" She asked the men.
They looked at each other again. "Well tell me!" Sarah demanded.
"There are several charges he has been ordered to answer for, My Lady." Sir Derryn answered.
"And?" Sarah said, waving her hand for them to continue. "I need to know."
She stood and they stood right after.
"He is charged with letting a human retain their memory, again. As well as treason against the council, assaulting Lord Brayson, head of the council, and murder of a fellow immortal in favor of a mortal." Derryn reluctantly answered her.
"Jareth murdered someone? Who?" Sarah asked them, taken aback.
"The Lady Roxanna, Lady Sarah. However she is not dead. She is safely hidden at the castle." Weyliss answered.
Sarah was a bit relieved she was still alive. "Then how can they charge him with killing her?"
Sir Derryn replied to her this time. "At His Majesty's orders, we are are not to reveal her presence until necessary, except to you."
"Uh well, I think avoiding a murder charge is a pretty good reason to reveal that the person someone is accused of murdering is still alive." Sarah said, shaking her head. "What will happen to him?"
The two men looked at each other again, wondering if they should worry the woman, depending on what she would choose to do.
"Fine. Hoggle, answer me, please? I can trust you to tell me what the hell is going on."
Hoggle bowed his head. "Could be many things, Sarah. He is pretty tricky. Might gets out of the whole thing. But Lord Brayson, that's the Head Of the Council, is really gunnin' for 'im this time. At the very least he is going to be spending some more time ups here. At most, execution."
Sarah felt a lightning bolt of fear go through her. They could kill him? Oh God..no. She had to do something. She may be mad at him but..no. She loved him. No matter what, that was something she could not begin to deny. She had to do something.
"What would happen to The Goblin Kingdom?" She asked, her voice breaking.
Sir Derryn met her eyes. "One of two things. Lord Brayson would attempt to put his nephew on the throne, or...you can claim it for yourself, as you are Jareth's wife, and The Champion. You already beat The Labyrinth, so there would be no need for you to challenge it again."
Hoggle hopped down off the couch. and gestured for Sarah to lean down. "Sarah, you gots to do it. Brayson and his nephew, they ain't good. They want to control somethin' that they have no way of controllin'. The Labyrinth won't have it. Those two would end up killin' us all. Even if they manage to get some handle on things, trust me you don't wants them up here messin' with humans. They don't like humans, and I'm bettin' any wished away or anyone doin' the wishin' ain't gonna survive. I don't likes Jareth much, but ain't no better Goblin King than him, that's for sure. He don't let no outsiders harm us, and he protects the humans. Please Sarah. Jareth left it up to you. He might be payin' with his life to protect you. He loves ya girly. That much I know. Ain't no one else he would do that for."
Sarah sat and put her face in her hands. Tears flowing freely. She didn't know if she was ready to do this, but evidently it didn't matter. She couldn't let these assholes win. She sure couldn't stand by and let them hurt or kill Jareth. If anyone was going to do him harm, it was going to be her and her alone that got to kick his ass.
She stood again and looked at the three standing there. "You are telling me Jareth trusts me with his Kingdom? How does he know I wouldn't make a mess of things?"
Sir Derryn spoke. "He has confidence in you Your Majesty. He sees you as the other half of himself. He believes in you. Can you believe in him? Trust that he is right and believe in yourself?"
That was the ultimate question, Sarah supposed. Could she? If not now, could she come to in time?
Sarah took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. "Well, I guess I have no choice, do I? Give me a few minutes, and we will be on our way to The Goblin City. Stay here."
Sarah made a made dash upstairs and changed into her sturdy jeans, t shirt, hoodie and boots. She grabbed her trusty carry on and packed a pair of tennis shoes, and some clothes and necessities for a few days. Jareth did say she could come back and forth once she was Goblin Queen. She threw on her favorite leather trenchcoat and went back downstairs. She made sure the back door and windows were securely locked, and on a whim grabbed 2 bags of her favorite chocolate kisses she had bought and stuck them in the bag. She might need the energy and she was betting they didn't have coffee underground.
Returning to the living room, she checked the front door locks and checked to make sure all electronics were in the off position for when the electricity came back on.
Facing the two men and Hoggle again, she nodded. "Alright, let's do this. I guess it's up to me to save Jareth's sparkly hide."
She took one of Sir Derryn's hands on one side and Hoggles small hand in the other, and they were gone.

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Jareth was frustrated and restless. He was being held in a suite of rooms at a dormitory adjacent to the council's meeting hall.
Technically not a prison cell, but it surely felt like it to him. He was not used to be pent up. The only visitors allowed were Sir Derryn and Weyliss. He had to careful even then, as he knew spies were probably listening to any conversation he had within these walls.
"FUCK!" He yelled at the walls, and threw himself onto the bed. He hoped whomever was listening enjoyed human expletives. He had been using them a great deal lately.
Two more days, and he would stand before the council and speak his peace. Tell his side of the story.
He had one witness, Roxanna, safely hidden in his castle, that Derryn would bring to speak. He wasn't sure how reliable of a witness they would perceive her as. Some would see her as irredeemably tainted by humans.
He had not been able to reach out to Sarah since the last night he had been in his own castle. To do so from here would certainly be detected.
He missed her desperately. He had been forced to take many cold baths in the past weeks. Remembering how she felt, tasted, smelled..drove him insane.
He ached for her warm body next to his. He wondered if she felt the same.
There was a knock on the door and Lord Brayson entered, grinning like the snake he was.
"Good day Goblin King, are you enjoying your stay?"
Jareth snarled at him. "Oh it's quite the palatial setup you have here, Brayson. I shall recommend it to everyone I know as a prime vacation spot."
Brayson laughed. "You do amuse me Your Majesty. Quite a witty one, you are. I thought maybe I would offer you a deal. You leave the underground, permanently, and I may let you keep your immortality, and your life. You can go perform like a court jester for the human masses, and be a king among men..so to speak."
Jareth sat regally in a chair and said nothing, jaw clenched tight.
"Well? Jareth?" Brayson asked.
"You are stupider than I thought Brayson, if you think I would flee like a coward and let you destroy my kingdom and wreck havoc upon my subjects. As I have said, Do your worst. You think I come to the council with nothing? How wrong you are. When this is over, you will pay." Jareth ground out,
Brayson laughed harder. "You have nothing. and when I am through with you, I will have The Goblin Kingdom and The Labyrinth."
He turned and walked to the door opening it. Before he closed it behind him, he stood in the doorway observing his most hated enemy.
"One more thing, Jareth, I thought you should know, I took care of the little mess you left aboveground." He smirked at the man and closed the door.
Jareth was at the door pounding on it in the blink of an eye. "Brayson! come back here! What do you mean! I swear if you laid one finger on her I will rip your heart out!"
All he could hear was the man's laughter and his retreating foot steps.
Jareth was in panic mode. Sarah! Wait!
He stood still and took a deep breath. He could not reach out with his energy, but he could feel for the thread that connected him to her on his own end. Doing so, he found it still there, although muted, due to the heavy enchantment over the building he was in to prevent to much magical communication. So she *was* alive. He relaxed a little.
Then he tensed up again. That could just mean whatever Brayson was planning on doing hadn't happened yet. Which meant she was in danger, and he was stuck here!
He caught sight of himself in the mirror, and stared at his angry reflection. "I swear to gods he will suffer like no one has ever suffered before at my hand, if anything happens to her."
He picked up a statue and threw it at the mirror, shattering it.

_
Sarah, along with Sir Derryn, Weyliss and Hoggle appeared in the throne room of The Goblin Castle.
When the world stopped spinning Sarah sat on the steps that led to Jareth's throne, nauseated.
"I will never get used to that." She moaned a little holding her stomach.
"Would you like some tea to settle your stomach, Your Majesty?" the healer asked.
"Yeah okay. Do we have a place we can all speak in private?" She said to them.
Sir Derryn nodded. "Follow me, if you will."
"I will get that tea and meet you there." Weyliss said and left.
She did and they ended up a a very luxurious study. Very masculine in dark woods and soft leathers. Jareth's obviously. She took the chair behind the desk, sinking into the supple leather of the chair.
"How long do we have? Uh..Sir Derryn." Sarah asked the man who sat down across from her.
He gave her a small smile as he answered. "Two days, Your Majesty."
Just then the healer appeared and placed a cup of fragrant tea in front of her.
"Thanks." She took a few sips, the liquid soothing her stomach and calming her nerves. "What do I have to do?"
"Ideally, I think His Majesty would prefer to oversee your transformation. However it would not do to have you show up as a changeling queen before the council. It could make things worse for him if they knew he let a changeling remain in the aboveground." Sir Derryn told her.
"Alright. How can I complete the transformation without him? Is there some potion I need to drink or spell someone needs to say over me?" She asked the three.
Hoggle spoke then. "The Labyrinth could do it. In fact I thinks that the best idea. It don't answer to no one, and you would have the best chance of survivin'. It's mighty rough on a human, Sarah, gaining immortality. Probably 'cause you are a changeling, you have a good chance anyways, but that's what I woulds do."
Sarah sipped her tea, and thought about it. "Well, then, that is what I will do. It's still daylight here, so let me rest a few more minutes and we will get it done. Where do I need to go?"
"I'll takes ya Sarah. You gotta go to The Heart of The Labyrinth. Only me and the king knows where it's at. You gotta go in alone, though. I can't be there. no one can."
Sarah nodded. "Well, then my friend Hoggle, lead the way." She stood and all 3 stood with her, following her out the door of the room.
They walked through the castle, getting stared and whispers from all they passed. Sarah heard her name said over and over in concert with murmurs of "The Champion" and "future queen."
Hoggle waved everyone out of their way. "Moves you idiots! Important business here!"
Weyliss and Sir Derryn went no further than the castle door. There was little they could do but wait. They were not allowed to know the whereabouts of The Heart of The Labyrinth.
They trudged through the city, out the gates, and took a shortcut that bypassed the junkyard. Once the got into the Labyrinth proper, Sarah could not help but smile at the memories.
However, it seemed the great maze knew and accepted her, opening the way for a much quicker trek than her first time. It was like it was almost *bowing* to her, respecting her place in as The Champion.
Birds and fairies flew about, waving and making happy noises as she passed. It was almost bending to her will. The walls moved around to remove themselves from her path.
Hoggle led her to a wall, that was not a wall, but a door. He pushed the right stone, and it slid back. A dim staircase spiraling downward.
Hoggle bowed to her. "This is as far as I can go, Sarah. I'll be out here waitin', as long as it takes."
Sarah knelt and hugged the little man. "Thank you Hoggle. A better friend I have never had." She noticed the plastic bracelet around his wrist, touching it. "You kept it, all this time."
Hoggle looked down at the ground, embarrassed. "Well, yeah, Sarah. I um..yeah. Take cares down there. Be careful."
Sarah stood. "I will. Please, if anything happens, tell Jareth I love him okay?"
Hoggle almost started crying, but didn't."Heck Sarah, you'll be fine. You can tells him yerself." He smiled through his worry.
Sarah went inside and the door slid closed.
The stairs were dimly lit by a glow coming from below. She took them carefully, not wanting to slip.
When she got to the bottom there was a chamber, and in the middle, a glowing red circle.
She supposed that's where she needed to go, so she stepped into the circle and waited.
A white light shone down on her, and she heard a voice in her head. The same voice from her dream. "My Champion. You have come."
"Yes, I'm here. Ready to..claim my throne. I guess that is what you call it."
The voice sounded pleased. "You are here to be made immortal."
Sarah nodded. She was pretty scared. They way it had been described to her made her worry she wasn't going to make it out of this room alive.
"Do not fear. Sarah. You will be fine. I feel your worry and apprehension. My power is different than the power of the immortals. I have abilities and resources they do not. It will not be pleasant, but you will come through alive and well."
"Okay, let's do it then. What are we waiting for?" She demanded.
"My brave Champion. You make me proud."
A small knife appeared before her. She took it.
"Now take that, slice each palm carefully. Not too deep."
"Really?" Sarah said. "I'm supposed to cut myself?"
"Do it, Sarah. It is what has to be done."
She swallowed hard and gritted her teeth. She made a cut down each palm, blood coming forth and running down her hands.
"Now kneel, child, and lay your hands flat against the floor."
Sarah got on her knees inside the circle and did as she was instructed, laying he bloody palms on the ground. At first nothing seemed to be happening. She tingled a little like when using magic, but then it was like a switch was thrown.
Sarah's back arched and she screamed. She thought this is probably what electrocution feels like.
Wave after wave of power poured through her, altering cell after cell in her body, each on an agonizing pinprick that added up to blinding surreal pain.
Through all of it she kept her pose. Her body felt like she was burning alive, then freezing cold.
She knew she was screaming but could not hear herself do it due to the loud thrumming in her head. It went on and on and on for what seemed like hours.
Outside the stone door, Hoggle listening to the distant screams and wept, praying to the Gods for her safety.

_
Far away at the council's dormitory, Jareth had passed out on the bed exhausted from destroying almost even bit of statuary and glass that resided in his room.
He was awakened by pain shooting through his body starting with his hands, making him jerk and twitch.
"Dear Gods, what in all the realms is this fresh hell?!"
He wretched and gasped, as he tried to figure out where in his body the pain was coming from, what had been done to him. He forced himself up, and went to the door, pounding on it. "Guard! Guard!"
The door was unlocked and opened, a the guard stepping in. "Your Majesty?"
By this time Jareth was on his knees. He looked up at the man standing there, anger flaring in his eyes. "Get a healer, now!" He managed to say through the searing pain.

_
Sarah mercifully went numb after a while, staring at the ground unseeing. Her hands were throbbing, but she did not move them. She could not move them. It was like they were glued to the floor.
Just when she thought she could not take another second. The pain stopped.
She fell to the ground, sweaty, panting, heart pounding in her ears. Gasping.
"Please rise, Champion." She heard.
"Are you fucking serious?" She yelled. "You're lucky if I can crawl!"
"Do not defy me, Sarah. Do it."
Sarah slowly pushed herself up, then stood, swaying. She looked at her hands. No sign they had been cut.
"Now I know where Jareth gets that whole "Don't defy me" bit." She said.
"You must be strong, child. Never give in to weakness." The voice countered.
"Fine. I'm up. on my own two feet. Oh, and I'm not a child. Now what do I need to do?"
"You are a child to me, as is Jareth. It is done, Champion. You are immortal." The Labyrinth informed her matter of factly.
Sarah was relieved. "Thank GOD. I don't think I could do that again."
She heard the laugh of the voice of The Labyrinth in her head. "Welcome, My Queen, to the underground. Now, go and save your king."
Sarah almost crawled up the stairs, but finally made it to the door. She pounded on it. "Hoggle! Open up!"
After a minute the door slid open and she practically fell out of it into the cool evening air.
"Sarah! You okay? Sarah?" Hoggle said as he fussed over her.
"I'm alive. If nothing else." She told him.
Hoggle hugged her tightly. "You needs help getting back?"
Sarah stood. She still felt weak. She was hoping she could survive a long trek back to the castle without passing out, but she doubted it.
"It would be appreciated, Hoggle, but who.."
She heard a bellow behind her. "Sawah!" and "My Lady!" in higher pitched tone.
Hoggle smiled. "I called in some help while you was down there, just in case."
Sarah turned and saw Ludo's sweetly monstrous and entirely welcome form in the semi-darkness. Dear Sir Didymus and his mighty steed were standing by.
"My brother Ludo, will carry you on his back, My Lady. We will guard against any who may choose to block our path!" Sir Didymus bravely declared. Ludo nodded. "Ludo will carry Queen Sawah home to the castle!"
Sarah found herself lifted up and in the very comical position of riding piggyback on Ludo's back and shoulders. She couldn't help but laugh, no matter how exhausted she was. The oddness just gotten to her and she couldn't stop herself. Ludo's long strides meant it didn't take half as long to get back to the castle steps, where Weyliss and Sir Derryn were waiting.
Sarah slid off Ludo's back and was one her feet, but her head was swimming. The two men rushed forward and caught her, Sir Derryn picked her up and carried her inside.
"I have something to show you, Your Majesty." Sir Derryn told her, sounding happy and relieved.
She nodded, too tired to speak. She found herself being gently placed into a seat, and she looked around.
"What is this?" She asked the men.
"A while ago we were informed to come and see. Here next to his Majesty's throne, This appeared. Your Majesty, you are The Goblin Queen."
As she sat, looking out upon the room, creatures of all types bowed and knelt before her. The sight of Jareth's empty throne made her a bit sad.
She looked down and there on her chest hung a pendant like Jareth's. Smaller, feminine, but beyond that, identical.
Just Like that, Sarah Williams, The Goblin Queen, claimed her throne.

_
Jareth had been moved to the infirmary after the healer had assessed he was experiencing some sort of seizure.
He had continued to writhe in pain for quite a while, while several healers had tried to hold him down and figure out what was going on. That wasn't easy as The Goblin King was incredibly strong and had thrown several guards attempting to hold him across the room. The healers used all the magic at their disposal and found nothing.
Jareth finally laid here, twitching and staring at the ceiling thinking his life would soon end picturing Sarah and waiting for his vision to dim...then it stopped.
Just like that. There was nothing.
He sat up, weak, weary, sweaty, his heart pounding. Several people standing over him waiting to see what would happen.
"Your Majesty...what happened?" One of the infirmary attendants bravely asked.
Jareth looked up and met the woman's eyes. He was as confused as he had ever been. "I...can honestly say for the first time, I have no idea."
His eyes rolled back into his head. He fell back unconscious, his body and spirit worn out.
And so another chapter down! Or is that up? Which will it be..uuup..or dooown..? I bet those hands are kinda pervy too, left to their own devices. But I digress.
Now that Sarah is in the underground(bringing her chocolate with her..yeah I know, unnecessary, but an entirely human reaction to stress is wanting comfort food isn't it), things will be moving along nicely.
I realized I have put Hoggle in the category of "Jiminy Cricket" in this story. He sees all the pieces while everyone else only sees a part of puzzle. Funny how that happened. I didn't plan that part at all.
You all are awesome! Muah!!!
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