As usual all rights are obviously to Jim Henson.

It was an extremely hard blow to lose the great and wonderful David Bowie. I actually am still reeling from this all. I can't even process my one and only second utmost favorite (Alan Rickman's) passing as well. They both were my childhood and the only celebrities I would ever be SUPER upset about. However, I hope I can make this story worth something and commemorate Bowies character into something well written.

Ahem, now to the fun stuff. Also, on my long breaks between chapters I'm just warning you all. I have a crazy but loving little two year old. She takes up all my time and I also have my uncooperative muse.

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Chapter 8: Elephants?

The group set foot onto the forest floor and began to assess their surroundings. It felt darker, looked darker, and was devoid of any such bubbly noises of the firey's. Sir Didymus did not have a valiant steed for his efforts this time. Ambrosius absolutely refused to go on another journey with him and who could blame the poor thing for that? Didymus however did not show any defeat as he pushed himself ahead of them all, "I will protect thy king and fair maiden and my dearest friend should any foul beast dare cross my path!" he hyperly declared, "I will aim for his head!" He thrust his staff forward in a mock swipe, fake fighting air and ranting.

"Then- Gr!" He grunted, "Then a AHA!,"he began to erratically swing while Jareth exasperatedly stared while walking, thinking about putting an end to this madness. Just before he began to move forward, Sarah grabbed the staff with a slap sound into her palm; gripping it tight and lifting him up onto his tiptoes for the slightest moment, and the other hand went over his muzzle very gently, "Shhhh, Sir Didymus!"

Sarah's tone was soft but the look on her face had Hoggle snickering and Jareth watched her in amused wonderment, 'If she had to deal with this on the first time 'round, it is a wonder she kept her sanity.'

Sir Didymus was not hindered but did have the decency to look abashed, "My apologies lovely champion. Could you blame me? Does thou not see the excitement in another adventure!?" Sarah had let go but smiled and exasperatedly huffed out a breath, "Yes but shhh...If there is any danger we must be of stealth not a herd of elephants."

Didymus' mouth hung open and he pondered softly, "Stealth…yes...I can do that. Stealth. That is what I am a stealthy creature. Not a ella whaffle unt!" He had his staff end into the ground and stood erect, a serious expression on his face and that he could complete this mission, and his lady could trust him.

It took so much will power for Sarah not to bust out laughing. She quickly coughed into the crook of her arm, standing up from her crouch and moving forward; and Jareth ceased the opportunity and walked swiftly to be beside her.

"Was not your first adventure like this?" He raised a finely groomed brow.

"Only to some extent." She replied softly, daring not to look at him. Her heart was pounding furiously in her rib cage and she wondered if he could hear it. Why did it feel like all the animosity had drained away?

A retort was going to leave his lips but suddenly he felt the ground tremble and without a conscious thought he reached for Sarah but it was too late, she was falling through an opening hole in the ground.

Hoggle skidded to a halt yelling, "SARAH!" as her scream echoed and then a thud.

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Yes, an extremely short chapter but I'm rearing up for this next time that I've been plotting out in my head! I'm trying peeps! 3

Honoria Granger- Thank you making me go back and reread this. I had not even realized I unintentionally put an o in poor Sir Didymus' name. What a goofball. Thank you for the catch!