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What's in a name?	By : jinna1979 Category: Fairy Tales, Fables, Folklore, Legends, and Myth > Fairy Tales Views: 16599 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction,I do not own Rumpelstiltskin. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons,living or dead, is purely coincidental

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One brilliant afternoon, after Millicent had finished her spinning, she was out gathering cooking herbs when she heard a beautiful melody coming from the direction of the woods. Curious and unafraid, she set down her basket of herbs and ventured into the woods, straining her ears to discover the source of the lovely sound. Wandering through the copse of trees, she came to a small clearing where she witnessed a beautiful dark-haired youth strumming at a delicate and unusual looking string instrument, and humming to himself. Silently, she watched him in awe, and as she gazed at the smooth lines of his profile, it struck her that he seemed familiar. Taking a step closer to get a better look, a small branch snapped beneath her feet, and he looked up at her, wide-eyed with surprise before vanishing into the ether.

Rumpelstiltskin's heart thumped rapidly in his chest, like a rabbit unwittingly ensnared in a trap. He had been so engrossed in the song he was composing that he allowed himself to become oblivious to his surroundings. It was one of the very rare times that he had ever accidently been seen by a mortal, and by Millicent of all beings! Though he was now invisible, he remained in the clearing, and watched her breathlessly as she peeked around the trees, obviously searching for him. As she circled the clearing, in bewilderment, she brushed by his invisible form, and his fingers trailed through a few strands of her coppery hair. She felt the slight pull, and stopped in her steps, looking around.

"Please come out," she pleaded. "I know you are here." Rumpelstiltskin stayed silent and unmoving, though he wondered how she didn't hear the thunderous pounding of his heart. She was so close to him, and yet so far. They stood, almost facing each other, in complete silence, aside from the rustling of the leaves overhead, and the trill of birdsong. Almost as though he were compelled by an uncontrollable force, Rumpelstiltskin reached out his hand, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. Millicent closed her eyes in an act of complete trust, and whispered yet again, "Please come out."

It seemed like an eternity as Rumpelstiltskin stood in silence, wondering what to do, but the strange sensation in his chest that seemed completely foreign to a faerie convinced him that he was in over his head. He leaned into towards her, and whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry," and he left her, feeling strangely bereft. Millicent's cheeks burned red at the intimate sensation of his warm breath at her ear but sensing he was gone, sighed in both amazement at the experience and disappointment. Distracted with thoughts of the dark haired man, she slowly wove her way through the trees and back to her home before realizing that she had forgotten her basket of herbs. She quickly set out to collect it and returned home, but the busyness of the domestic evenings chores failed to distract her from her thoughts.

That night, her dreams were filled with images of the dark haired man. There was a strange sense of both familiarity, and yearning. In the dream, he was caressing her cheek, but instead of whispering in her ear, he traced the curve of it with his tongue. The most unusual sensation of heat spread down her body and between her thighs. The feeling was new to her, and utterly delicious, and she moaned in pleasure, wanting more. The dark haired man smiled in a way that was both mysterious and mischievous, and leaning towards her, he trailed his tongue down her neck while an errant hand grazed her nipples. She looked down, and was surprised, but unabashed to find herself naked. Somehow, with this man, her natural state seemed like the only one that made sense. She murmured words of desire, pleading for more, but before her wish could be satisfied, she was woken by the crowing of a cock as he announced the morning sun. Millicent moaned in irritation, aware that her whole body felt as though it was tingling.

Millicent was distracted as she did her spinning that particular morning, and her thread came out lumpier than usual. Her mother, dismayed at her work, first wondered if Millicent might be feverish, and upon deciding that she was not, set her out early to collect herbs. At the prospect of going outside, Millicent's face lit up, and gathering her basket, she dashed out into the bright sun light with a spring in her step. She could not help but be drawn towards the woods, but she made the mental excuse of needing the various barks and shaded plants that could be found there. Retracing her steps from the day before, she came to the clearing where she had last seen the dark haired man, but the clearing was empty, except for the brown timid rabbits that nibbled on the grasses, ears perked up and wary of her movements. With a quiet sigh, she started collecting what she needed in the area around the clearing, but still, there was no sign of him.

The hours passed, and giving up hope, Millicent gathered her basket full of herbs and returned home. It was still early afternoon, and upon entering the house, she was surprised to see her father at the table, rather than working at the mill. She smiled warmly as her father exclaimed over her cleverness and resourcefulness at finding so many herbs. The miller explained to her that he had need to see the blacksmith to repair some of his tools. Having nothing else to do that afternoon, and wanting to sell some of her dried out herbs, Millicent happily agreed to accompany her father into town. Taking the wagon and their old cart horse, they set off, enjoying the gentle breeze on their faces and the chattering song of birds. They waved at their neighbours in their fields or with their flocks as they passed them by, and their neighbours smiled and waved back.

It took a little under two hours to reach town, and to Millicent, it seemed to be a bustle of activity compared to the tranquil peace of the countryside. It was a particularly small, and friendly town, with the market near the center. Her father dropped her off at the town square, with her large basket of dried herbs to sell, and set off towards the blacksmith's shop. Familiar with most of the inhabitants of the small town, Millicent went to find acquaintances most in need of her herbs, and she was quickly able to sell off all her wares for a good profit. Pleased with herself, she walked leisurely towards the blacksmith's shop which was set further out by the outskirts of the town. As she came upon the blacksmith's shop, which was rather quiet at the moment, she could hear her father bragging about her exploits to blacksmith, while he politely pretended to care. She came up to her father and linked her arm in his.

"Ah, here is my pride and joy now!" he exclaimed, beaming. Millicent smiled at the blacksmith, whose cheeks reddened at the sight of the beauty. He nodded politely to her. Her father, commenced explaining to her the latest town gossip, in which the King would be passing through the town in a month's time. In the miller's mind, he hoped that the King would be impressed enough by his daughter's beauty to make her the proper lady that he felt she should be. In fact, it seemed to him that there was a glimmer of hope that the unwed King would take his lovely daughter as his wife. The miller's eyes gleamed with joyous ambition at the prospect, while Millicent could only smile and pat her father's hand indulgently. She had little interest in the King or royal life. To her, the rolling hills, and green woods were a paradise.

Before long, they were on the wagon heading back to their home. The miller spent most of the ride chattering about the perceived wonders of royalty and royal life, while Millicent half listened. By the time they arrived back at their home, Millicent had heard more than enough about the King and all that related to him, but the miller eagerly told the rest of the family of the impending visit through dinner, and late into the evening.
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