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Last Resort	By : jinx1764 Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 7045 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Labyrinth, don't make any money, this is a work of fanfiction.

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Desperation didn't sit well with Jareth; he was inherently a man of confidence and action, he was after all a king. So once the distasteful decision set forth by the Labyrinth was fully settled in his mind he set about to planning. The voice of the Labyrinth describing his fate repeated in his mind as he moved within his personal quarters.

The suite consisted of a large bedchamber with masculine d�cor of royal purple, black and dark wood in what could be called a Gothic revival style. The adjoining bath and office were the same color and style with the appropriate variances to utility. Of course, everything was king sized because Jareth accepted no less.
"Prepare yourself for a solitary quest. You will not be a king in her world."

Jareth removed his elaborate clothing and his pendant which was his symbol of kingship; all traces of his regal position.

"I will transport you to the mortal realm to as close a proximity to Sarah as I am able."

He dressed himself in his simplest clothing. Black leather pants, sinfully tight as he owned no other style. Black knee boots which fit perfectly over the pants and a loose, white, silk poet's shirt. The shirt was his most modest as it laced fully up the front; however Jareth left it untied.
"You will have one full moon cycle or one month in the mortal realm in which to win her heart and return with her."

Jareth sat at his desk and with a large quill wrote out basic instructions on a sheet of vellum. The quill did not require an inkwell as it was enchanted to be everlasting with ink. He remembered his question to the Labyrinth at one point during its description of his quest.

"How the devil will I approach her? She banned me from her life, her world. I cannot be physically present in form or word to her." This quandary had driven him to obsession for years.

"I will strip you of all your powers, your immortality, your position. Everything that makes you Fae and the Goblin King will be removed. You will be a mortal, a human man."

The quill ceased as he remembered what this portion of his quest. Jareth swallowed deeply and took a moment to truly look around at his chambers. A place owned by him for hundreds of years. A place he thought he would possess for thousands more. Details barely noticed suddenly leaped to his Fae eyesight. A painting of his castle gifted to him by a friend years earlier hung over the headboard of his larger than king sized bed. His riding crop, which he enjoyed using as a swagger stick, lay idle near his regal clothing. A favorite goblet sat half full or was it half empty near the fireplace where the banked fire smoldered. A sense of finality settled on him; it was not comfortable due to a lack of experience with the emotion.

"Labyrinth," Jareth remembered his final question regarding his quest. "If I should fail and mind you I find that outcome unlikely...what is result?" Silence reigned for several moments as if the Labyrinth grew reluctant to answer. "Well?" Jareth prompted.

"If you are unsuccessful in the time frame required, you will perish as a human man in the mortal realm. If you perish then all in the kingdom shall cease to exist. Including myself." The Labyrinth answered in monotone.

Jareth dropped the quill and gasped as the memory a few hours old replayed. A sharp pain formed behind his eyes and he pinched the bridge of his nose while leaning forward onto his desk. In a quick fit of frustration he kicked the desk leg causing the desk to shift several inches. His least favorite quote came to mind as his desperate circumstance clarified to him once again. It wasn't fair. He leaped from his chair to stride to that favorite goblet sitting peacefully by the fireplace.

"Damn it all to hell! Beaten by a girl! Now to grovel at her feet...as a mortal!" He picked up the goblet, finished off the last of the wine in one last swallow, and threw the offending glass and pewter sculpture into the dying flames. A moderately satisfying crash echoed in his chambers as the innocent goblet gave its life for its King's pleasure. A knock at his door interrupted his tirade and after a moment to compose himself Jareth gave permission to enter. The heavy wooden door opened hesitantly to reveal a short dwarf.

"You's called for me, Sire?"

"Ah, Higgle. Yes, I have some instructions for you." Jareth felt his mood improve slightly. Teasing the old dwarf always brightened his day.

"It's Hoggle!"

"Yes, yes...Hogsbreath. Come here." He led Hoggle to his desk where Jareth sat himself again and resumed writing. Hoggle gritted his teeth and followed his liege to wait for further information. As Jareth completed writing he began to explain his need for Hoggle's presence.

"As you know the kingdom is in dire conditions. Something which I have been attempting to put to right for many years."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"It is now required of me to complete a quest to save my kingdom."

"What kinds of quest?" Hoggle asked before he thought better of it causing his King to freeze. Without looking at Hoggle Jareth answered in a cold voice.

"Hoghead, under normal conditions I would throw you in the Bog for presuming to ask about the King's business." At this Jareth turned to look Hoggle in the eyes for a second before Hoggle could drop his gaze. "However, as these conditions are far from normal-as you well know-I would say it's...a Knight's Quest." Jareth smiled a bit at this before twisting it to a bitter smirk. "Or perhaps a Fool's Errand. What ever you choose to call it I will either save my kingdom and all of those within it or..." Jareth paused again at this moment reluctant to admit the other potential outcome.

"Or what, Your Majesty?" His King came back to himself and answered in an abrupt fashion.

"Or Hoggle, I will fail and we will all cease to exist. "

Hoggle's eye grew wide; whether from his king's admission or that fact he use his correct name is unknown. Struck speechless the dwarf stood frozen for several minutes as his King finished writing in silence. Jareth dropped the quill, sanded the ink and turned to Hoggle while he remained seated. He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees so that he was face to face with the dwarf.

"Hoggle," Jareth started in a serious tone. "This is a list of instructions that I'm leaving in your hands. I'm leaving you in charge of my kingdom during my absence. I trust that you will do all that is required of you to take care of my kingdom."

"Y-y-you trusts me, Sire?" Jareth placed his right hand on Hoggle's shoulder.

"Yes, Hoghead, and if you ever tell anyone..."

"I know...I know...the Bog."

"We understand each other, excellent." Jareth stood and walked to the door. Hoggle clenched the parchment in his oversized hands.

"Your Majesty? How long will yous be gone?"

"At least a month, perhaps less, absolutely no more."

"A month? What happens then?" Jareth gripped the handle to his door but kept his face turned away from the dwarf.

"If I am victorious then I shall return within a month or less. If I am not then nothing past a month shall matter for any of us." No answer came to Hoggle as his King exited his chambers with a clear determination that the dwarf had not seen in years. Hoggle freely admitted that he did not like his King nor trust him, but he did respect him.
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