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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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Hey all! This is what I would term a plot building chapter. Little bits and pieces of info that are necessary to the story, and probably a little that isn't but blame my muse for that. It isn't terribly exciting but certain holes have to be filled. I'm a little OCD about that. I hate it when too many questions go unanswered, and something gets disjointed and stays that way.

But I have great news for you..I will be posting the next chapter within the next couple of days, hopefully tomorrow, but Friday latest. It's on site and I'm going to get it edited and posted ASAP, which is why I'm a little late this week.

I am doing this for one BIG reason, to move this story along. After these two the action picks up significantly. We move to London, and lots of fun and juicy things happen.

Jareth looked in on Sarah through a crystal. Seeing she was still asleep, he appeared by her bedside.
He needed to get a feel for the magic that bound her memories, and the only way to do so would be while she was asleep.
He knew the healing magic would place her into a fairly deep sleep for a few hours more, so he removed a glove and laid a hand gently upon her head.
Feeling her energy he searched until he found the binding magic. It seemed secure, but he took a few threads of his own magic and gently wove them into the bonding.
He hoped fervently would keep it secure it until her right words broke the spell he had Derryn retrieve a book on weaving a binding spell..which was magic he did not use often.
Typically just exiting the underground would strip a human of their memories of being there, but not her, because of her unique exit was a direct result of her winning the game.
He found a specific piece of magic that was a gentler binding for use on small magical being that should work to fill any gaps but not permanently seal the prior working. As much as he longed for her to remember to do it too soon could be disastrous.
He also hoped it was light enough that it would not be detected by anyone. Only Himself, his aide and healer, and Sarah's three most loyal friends would know about it. He had no choice. It had to be done.
As he worked he observed Sarah's face. She had truly become a beauty, he thought. Such soft creamy skin, fully red lips.
He sighed. how I long to lay next to you and get lost in your softness, he wished to her silently.
Once his magic was firmly in place, he stroked down her cheek with one finger the took his hand away and replaced his glove.
Sarah sighed, and turned in her sleep. He was about to return to his rooms when he heard her speak his name in her sleep.
"Jareth..."
Surprised, Jareth stood there for another minute, and very reluctantly left her to her dreams.
He could look in on them, but chose to not invade her privacy in such a way. How very tempted he was to do so.
He smiled to himself that she was dreaming of him, interesting.
He left a note on the nightstand to assure her she was not expected to attend that evening's show, and to rest.
Then he disappeared, and reappeared in his own rooms next door.
As a final thought he did one last thing, a little surprise to make her smile when she awoke.
Looking at the clock he realized he needed to get to the arena and prepare for that evening's show. He enjoyed the NYC area, but would be glad to get away to Europe.
It would also guarantee Sarah could not get away so easily if her memories did come back to soon.
He hoped the irritating dwarf was having luck with The Labyrinth.

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The Goblin King had conjured up a cloaking spell, which allowed Hoggle to travel home with Derryn and Weyliss undetected.
Jareth did not want to take the chance without one.
He also added a bit that would deliver Hoggle straight to the maze.
When he appeared just inside the walls of the great maze, Hoggle sighed with relief.
If only for a brief time he could be himself. Looking down he could see the glamour was gone.
For the first time in years, he saw his own familiar, gnarled hands. He took in the sweet pure underground air, breathing deeply.
He made his way to the Wise Man who was sleeping in his chair, as was his hat. It didn't take long, he knew all the shortcuts.
"Hey! You old fool! Wakes up!" Hoggle yelled at him.
The man grumbled and stirred slowly, opening his eyes. "Oh..it's you...what is it dwarf?'
"Yeah..whatcha want shorty!" His hat said, also having been woken up.
"Be quiet. I will handle this insolent head covering." The man whose head the hat sat on said.
"If you can stay awake long enough." The hat replied been his neck to look at the ancient one's face.
"I swear I will give you to the fieries to play with." The man grumbled at the hat.
"Fine then...for now." the hat said. "But you gotta admit, you are pretty boring old man."
Hoggle was getting annoyed. "Do you mind! I'm in a hurry here, it's pressin' business for the king!"
The old man turned his attention to the grumpy dwarf. "I thought he was aboveground looking for the pretty young lady."
"He is but you have something he needs." Hoggle said shaking his finger. He handed the man the magical scroll from Jareth, stating what he wanted.
The old man read it and sighed. "Fine. Why I should give him anything, I have no idea. He never does a thing for me. Expects me entertain and answer ridiculous questions from mortals, and I ask so little."
The scroll suddenly burst into flame and disappeared, so there wouldn't be any evidence of Hoggle's presence in the underground.
He retrieved the item and handed to Hoggle, who grunted a sound of acceptance and fled.
The hat shook itself in disdain. "What would the king need that for?" He wondered out loud.
The Wise Man was already again snoring.
"Figures...I need to get more stimulatin' company." The hat sighed..bored. He began to hum to himself, hoping someone came along soon.
Hoggle made his way to a secret entrance in a wall. Pressing the right stones, the door slid open and revealed a set of dusty stairs.
He made he was down and into a dimly lit chamber in the middle was a glowing red circle.
The Heart of The Labyrinth.
Hoggle swallowed hard and gingerly stepped into the circle. He hated this part.
Immediately he was enveloped by white light.
"What say you, caretaker?" He heard a voice inside his head.
"It's the king, he needs you. He asked me to relay a message." Hoggle said.
"The King is not here." Hoggle heard. "I know he is aboveground. "
Hoggle nodded. He really didn't have to say anything out loud or make any gestures but it helped him keep his nerves steady.
This was a being that could turn him to dust in an instant.
"He is trying to retrieve Sarah. She is his mate. His TRUE mate." He told the Labyrinth.
What Hoggle heard next was something akin to laughter.
"You realize I know this, caretaker. You knew before he did."
Hoggle frowned. "Of course I knows you know. You put the stinkin' knowledge in my head before she came here the first time. You also said I couldn't say nothin' to the king."
"But he let her go." The being said. "All that searching for the perfect one, and he let her go."
"He had to! She won fair and square!" Hoggle reminded the voice in his head. "You made the rules remember!"
Hoggle heard a sigh. "I suppose. I should have known one smart enough and strong enough for Jareth would be able to win my game. After all, He did. Only one immortal in 10,000 years even gets the chance. that is why I looked to other worlds to find him a true match."
Hoggle smiled at the memory of Sarah defeating every riddle and trap. He remembered that well.
"Even I have roles I must follow and find ways to circumvent." The voice said further.
"He needs you two to starts talkin' again." Hoggle continued. Heard nothing for quite a long time, like The Labyrinth was thinking it over.
"I agree. I will open the bond and speak with him tonight as he sleeps. I have been lax in my duties. While it is his job to fetch the children and protect the lands on which I reside, I seem to have failed to remember, it is my job to do what must be done to preserve his Kingship."
Hoggle thought so too. He didn't bother trying to hide the thought, The Labyrinth would hear it anyway.
"Don't be insolent, caretaker, speak your mind."
"Have you been tryin' to break the spell to block Sarah's memories?" Hoggle asked frankly.
"I have not. I could but I thought to give Jareth a chance to do what he needs to do first. Consider it a rite of passage to earn the right to his future queen. As he once had to earn his place as the Goblin the Master of Dreams and Wishes."
Hoggle was confused. He was sure that was what was happening. "Someone sure has. Alright...well, I best gets back, before someone figures out I'm here."
"I will see what I can discover here, and relay any findings to the King, caretaker." The voice that was The Labyrinth said.
Hoggle stepped back, and the light disappeared.
He turned an ran up the stairs. Once again pressing the proper stones, the door slid open, and he made his way out.
He went as fast he could to the place he was to meet Sir Derryn and the healer.
Derryn was to take him back to aboveground when his tasks were done. He hated to go back, but he knew he had to, for Sarah.

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Sarah woke slowly...noticing the sun was setting. "Crap!" she exclaimed, Struggling to get up and get going.
Doing a mental check of her body as she sat up, she noticed though she was just a little woozy still. Otherwise she actually felt quite good physically. Better than she had since she had arrived in NYC.
Turning her head she saw a note on the night table, with a gorgeous perfect ted rose laying on top. She picked up the rose and smelled it, it's delicate scent making her smile.
She picked up the note and read it.
My Dear Sarah,
I checked on you and you were sleeping peacefully, so I chose not to disturb you. Please do not worry yourself with attending the concert this evening. Rest and relax for tomorrow night. I have left instructions to my chef to send dinner to your room at 7 pm. I will be back as soon as the show is over, and if you are still awake, we can talk then. I will knock upon your door and if there is no answer and I will assume you are sleeping. Mr Fox is remaining at the hotel if there is anything you need, just ring my rooms he is there. Hoggleston is on a personal errand for me so is not available. Rest well, precious girl. It is my sincerest wish the rose made you smile.
Jareth
Sarah smiled and reread the note. He certainly was a charmer and had a way with words.
Looking at the time she saw it was after 6 pm, so she decided a nice warm shower would be a good idea before dinner came.
She sat the note and flower back down, and got her comfy sweat and t-shirt out of her bag.
The shower did her world of good. It cleared her head and made her feel much better. Feeling her hea d again, she still could not believe she didn't have some sort of injury.
She was out and drying her hair when there was knock on the door.
"Who is it?" She asked before opening. It was New York after all.
"My name is Jerry O'Quinn, Miss. I am Mr. King's chef. Bringing you dinner." She heard in a heavy accent of some sort. Irish, maybe? Scottish?
She opened the door and there was a rotund man about her height pushing a cart laden with food. "Come in. Nice to meet you Mr. O'Quinn.." She said pleasantly, suddenly famished and grateful for the food. "I had breakfast with Mr. King this morning, you are an amazing cook."
The chef pushed the cart in and started setting up the food. "Thank you Miss. Please call me Jerry, everyone does. Every time someone calls me Mr. O'Quinn I look around for my Pop, he was a chef too."
Sarah sampled a taste of a dish of vegetables sauteed in a delicate butter sauce., and almost swooned. Heavenly. "Family tradition then? How did you come to work for Mr. King?"
The kindly man turned to her, smiling. "My Pop. He knew Mr. King a long time, longer than I can remember. When came around asking if Pop knew any chefs willing to travel, well, I got the job. My family is what you might say gifted in the culinary arts."
"Where is your father now, Jerry?" Sarah asked him. She was curious at his wording.
"Ahh..he passed, few years ago now. He had this allergy to iron, see. Real rare. He fell and got cut up good, got iron pieces under his skin. Died a few days later."
Sarah was intrigued. "I've never heard of that. I've heard of anemia of course, but too much iron? Enough To kill someone? That's fascinating. I hope you don't my asking." Sarah realized maybe it was too of a painful thought and maybe she shouldn't have asked.
"I miss 'im, but he had a good life. My ma said he had Fairy blood in 'im and that's why he didn't take to iron." Jerry replied, gesturing for her to sit and eat. "I will leave you to it, Miss. Got a lot to do to start packing up for the trip."
"Alright, thank you Jerry. See you tomorrow I hope." Sarah took his hand and shook it. The chef bowed and left.
Sarah ate her fill of baked chicken, vegetables, and warm bread, with a thick slice of chocolate cake for dessert. When she was done, she was pleasantly full.
As the evening went on she was feeling better and better. She wished she had went the Mr. King's show now. She decided to wait up until he got back, since he said they could talk. Maybe she could get some more questions in while she had a chance.
She grabbed a magazine and kicked back on the bed, but her eyes drifted the rose on the table. Picking it up, she sniffed it, and smiled, leaning back and closing her eyes, daydreaming of a certain singer and his blue eyes.

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Jareth was glad the concert was over. It seemed to take forever to get through the song list and encore.
Finally he was back in his dressing room wiping off his makeup and able to change his clothes. He wanted to get back to the hotel, to check on Sarah and see if Hoggle had returned
A quick knock brought an automatic "Come in." to his lips. Only certain people had permission to disturb him. They knew he was trying to get out of the arena. behind him in the mirror he saw Roxy.
"Good evening Roxanna, what brings you to my dressing room? I told my guards no one other than Stan was to come in here."
Roxy smiled a sexy little smile. "Jareth, you know me. I have my ways." She sidled up behind him, laying her hands on his shoulders gently massaging.
Jareth was puzzled. what's this all of the sudden? She knew she had no affect on him. Yes she was beautiful as all their people were, but he had no desire any of them. If he had, he would have married long ago.
Truth to tell, he had little desire for anyone in particular but Sarah. Yes he had played around with mortal females while had been here, because sometimes he needed the release. Once he got it he dismissed those females as quickly as possible.
Some would call that selfish...hell it was selfish. He had no desire to bond with anyone here but his true mate.
The mortal groupies were but a distraction, a way to kill time. Though he enjoyed their attention, they were but minor amusements to him.
"What do you thing you are doing, Roxanna?" He asked, meeting her eyes in the could see what she was doing. she was trying to seduce him.
Roxy ran her fingertips down his back in an attempt at arousing his interest."Well, Jareth..I guess I'm homesick. I miss men of my kind. You are very sexy, you know."
Jareth pulled away from her and stood. "Lady Roxanna, you need to leave, now. I do not know what has gotten into you, but you know my affections for you are not of a sexual or romantic nature. I'm sure you can find your amusements elsewhere."
He put his hands on his hips, glaring down at her, using her formal title.
"Jareth I...I'm sorry, it's just.." She started, not knowing what to say.
"Leave." He commanded.
Roxanna's stared at him, then she looked down at the floor. "Yes, Your Majesty." She was bound to obey a king of her here.
She back away and flew out the door almost in tears. She needed to think.
Turning she saw Jareth's drummer, Michael, talking to a group of girls. She smiled at the seeing the opportunity she needed.
"Ahhh..just what I was looking for." She said to herself. She strode over and smiled, meeting the young drummers eyes..he smiled back. Gotcha, she thought to herself.
Jareth finally got out of the arena, managing to avoid all but the most ardent of fans.
When the care pulled back up to the hotel he sighed with relief.
One more night, and they would be off to Europe.
His bodyguards got out first,and kept away the groupies hanging around the lobby.
Once his lips had touched Sarah's the night before, he had no desire to pursue other interests.
Finally he made it to the elevator and to the floor his entourage's suites were on.
As he approached Sarah's door he wondered if he should disturb her. He decided just a light knock and if he didn't get an answer he would see her the next morning.
A few light taps and he was surprised when the door opened. A pair of bright green eyes peeked around the door.
"Hey Mr. King..come on in." Sarah said, smiling. Jareth's hearts sped up a little. He nodded and went in, Sarah closing the door behind them.
"Please have a seat. You are paying for it after all." Sarah joked.
Jareth laughed at her teasing."Good evening Sarah. How are you feeling?"
"I feel really good, thank you. Oh, and thanks for helping me earlier. I'm so sorry that happened." Sarah crossed the room and sat at the chair across the table from him.
"Would you like something to drink?" She jumped up to go to the table holding an assortment of alcohol.
"No, thank you, love. Please feel free." He watched her make a cocktail for herself. "Do you drink much?"
Sarah shook her head. "No not really. I enjoy one now and then. How was the show?"
Jareth rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Tedious. I will so enjoy spending a few weeks overseas. I do love it here, but some time away will be wonderful."
Sarah stirred her drink then asked "You have concerts there too right?" She knew the answer, but was making small talk.
Jareth nodded. "A few, but only in London do I have more that a one night billing. All the others have blessedly a few days off in between. I can show you the sights."
"I appreciate the offer Mr. King, but I'm not going for the sights." She replied firmly. He said nothing..and the quiet stretched between them..an impasse.
finally she said. "Thank you for the flower..Jareth." She spoke it so softly her almost didn't hear her. She wanted to give him something, some small consolation.
"Did you call me Jareth, precious?" His name on her lips was music to his ears.
She nodded."I think in private it would be okay. I still think in public, we should stick to Mr. King."
He tilted his head in agreement.. He was making headway. "If that is your wish." He stood up.
I best leave you to your sleep, love. I am tired, and I need to speak with Hoggleston."
She stood and walked with him to the door. She stood thinking for a moment, and silently made a decision.
Before she opened the door, she stopped him and he turned to her.
"Yes?" Before she could double think it, she wrapped her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. A silent thank you.
Jareth was surprised for a second. He recovered instantly and embraced her back, enjoying her warm embrace.
When she pulled back and looked up at him he met her eyes and brushed the hair off of her face. "Here now, what is this?" He asked.
Sarah got an odd look on her face. "I don't know. I just wish...I wish things were different."
He gave her a wicked little grin. "Sarah, I could grant you that wish here and now, if you like."
Sarah laughed and let go of him, walking backwards a few steps. "Oh I'm sure you could. Somehow I do not doubt you could grant my ever wish. But..I don't want you to. Not now. Maybe after I get this done. I was thinking, after the article is submitted then maybe we could..." She blushed red, unable to finish.
"Why Sarah, are you asking me on a date?" Jareth's heart sang.
She smiled shyly back. "Maybe..I just think there is something here. Something I didn't expect. I can't.."she gulped hard."I can't deny it anymore. It's too strong. I've been thinking about it all evening."
Jareth was overjoyed. "I agree, my Sarah. I must take my leave. I hear David Bowie is coming tomorrow night."
Sarah lifted an eyebrow. "Are you Bowie fan?"
"Who isn't?" Jareth answered. "He is quite brilliant. Not as brilliant as myself, but he has had much longer than I to hone his craft as a touring performer. I do think if ever a movie was made of my life, I would want him to play me."
Sarah laughed. "No wonder why people call you Your Majesty. You should be a king with an ego like that."
She opened the door. "Now get out of here and get to bed."
Jareth chuckled at her ordering him about. "Yes, dearest."
Sarah closed the door, still laughing. Jareth hummed a little as he made his way to his rooms.
Talking and teasing with Sarah always put him in a good mood.
The guard on duty saw him and opened the door for him.
As soon as it was firmly closed behind him the dwarf was there, and Derryn.
"Your Majesty." They said bowing in near unison.
Jareth waved them into his bedroom and closed the door, sealing it against human ears and eyes.
"Well?" Jareth demanded.
"Yer Majesty, The Labyrinth says it ain't been messin' with Sarah's memories. Said it's lettin' you earn the right to your queen."
"Blasted Maze." Jareth growled. He threw himself into a chair and in his hand appeared his crop, which he tapped on his boot. It was a habit he had of doing while he was thinking.
"The Labyrinth also said, it will talks to you later when you're sleeping." Hoggle continued.
Jareth nodded. "Good..very good. I'm thrilled to know you can be useful on occasion, Hoghead."
Hoggle rolled his eyes.
Derryn handed him the books Jareth had told him to bring. "I brought the rest of the books you asked for, My Lord."
"Thank you, Sir Derryn. I think I managed to close off the gaps, for now, using the first book I had you retrieve. but need to further study the magic that was used to block her memories in the first place. I suspect there may be sabotage involved. You are both dismissed." Jareth told them.
He flicked his fingers nonchalantly at the dwarf and Hoggle's glamoured self reappeared.
Derryn bowed and disappeared, while Hoggle wandered off to his room, grumbling to himself about ungrateful kings.
Jareth stripped off his clothes and laid down, spent from the long day and longer evening.
My friend and most fabulous author FFN Ellen Weaver made a good observation, Both Sarah and Jareth are bound and restrained to a certain degree, by the current situation. Sarah due to the fact the part of her that was changed by her Labyrinth journey is blocked from her, and Jareth by the limits he is working with in trying to make her fall for him. He can't seduce with magic and sparkle, he has to use his personality and charm. Something he is unused to doing with anyone. So if they are a bit OOC to some readers, this is why.
For those wondering, yes, he is not supposed to be using any magic on Sarah at all, and no, I do not know yet if there will be repercussions for him strengthening the magic placed upon her, OR healing her. I honestly haven't gotten that far yet. Most of the plot is planned now, but there are some tweaks still to be worked out and that is one of the bits I haven't decided will come back to haunt him or not. You will have to read and see Muahaha. It won't be A MAJOR plot point I don't think, but might add to the suspense.
Thank you TheCrystalQuill for your review, and thanks so very much to everyone for reading!
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