Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn/Eomer

Summary: The trio has a limited time together before Aragorn and Legolas have to leave.  Much smut ensues as well as an unexpected dilemma for Eomer. 

Archive: Library of Moria

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: light BDSM, some fluff, some angst. 

Disclaimer: The author does not own the characters, they are the property of J. R.R. Tolkien and his estate.

Author´s Notes: Movie-verse, set in Helm's Deep shortly after TTT. 
Elvish dictionary :
melme = lovely one
a´maelamin = beloved
glir = song
The dream sequence was inspired in part by Legion 2012´s "Mists".  Many thanks for feeding my muse!
Posted April, 2003

Eomer breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the dark outline of Edoras against the night sky. He had been able to spend only one more delicious night with Aragorn and Legolas before King Theoden decreed that the refugees at Helm´s Deep needed to return to their homes. 

The week-long journey had been taxing on him, as free time to spend with Aragorn and Legolas was scarce. Although some of his ancestors had a history of taking male lovers, and it was generally understood that it was not uncommon for warriors to form bonds closer than mere friendship, he doubted that the specific nature of his relationship with the two of them would be met well by anyone, especially King Theoden. As a consequence, they had tried to remain incredibly discrete, which was not an easy task on the open plains. 

Because of the depletion of their soldiers, every able-bodied fighter was required to sit on multiple watches and extra long guard duty for the caravan of refugees. This left only a few occasions upon which Eomer could steal away with Aragorn and Legolas; but he took them when he could, sacrificing his sleep, instead. He guessed that over the past week, he had only received a handful of hours of rest. He hoped that his helmet hid the hollowness in his eyes as he examined the slowly advancing column of people ahead of him. 

He grinned as he remembered the hasty, fevered encounters during the past week. Aragorn had been most innovative considering that the landscape provided very little cover. However, with the ever-present threat of danger from straggling orc patrols, they only had time to please each other with their mouths and hands. Eomer felt a deep ache inside, and he again suppressed the urge to break away from his position near the rear of the caravan to find his two lovers. 

He gritted his teeth. He wanted to experience Aragorn´s length within him, wanted to bury himself in Legolas´ tight heat and lose himself in the lithe body. 

Images of their first night flickered through his mind, causing blood to pool in his groin. He had never shared anything quite as intimate as having Legolas´ passion linked with his, and he burned for more. 

His fantasies were interrupted when he saw Eowyn riding toward him. He carefully cleared his mind and schooled his features as she drew close. 

"Brother, you are far too weary. Let me help supervise the resettling, whilst you get some rest. Our king has called for a war conference early tomorrow morn, and your mind should be clear for it." 

Eomer smiled at her. "My thanks, sister. Please insure that no one disturbs me tonight." 

She nodded and added, "Have you see Lord Aragorn today?" 

"Nay, Eowyn," he replied. He noticed the flicker of disappointment in her eyes and was amused. It was ironic that his own sister was attracted to the same man he was now bedding. 

She sighed dejectedly. "I had hoped to speak with him today, but he has not had the time to spare since Helm´s Deep." 

Eomer replied, "The war weighs heavily on him. Do not trouble yourself." 

"Wish him well if you see him before I do, then. And bring him word of the conference. Our king requires his presence and that of his companions," she said as she rode off. 

Eomer waved after her, frowning as she faded from sight. He regretted that he could not tell her that Aragorn was spoken for, but that would lead to untoward questions and possible revelations about the intimate details of their relationship. 

He felt uncomfortable with this deception, as he had always shared everything with his sister. They had become the closest of siblings after their parents died, and she already knew of his proclivity towards men. 

He was still pondering his decision as he rode past Edoras´ gates. He guided Firefoot into the stables, and his heart lightened when he spied Aragorn inside, currying Brego. The young warrior immediately felt an eager pulse in his groin, but he kept his expression calm. 

"Aragorn," he stated nonchalantly, "Theoden King requires your presence early tomorrow to discuss our future battle plans." 

"I thank you, Eomer," Aragorn replied. Eomer tried to repress a shiver at the sound of his soft, sensual voice. 

"It has been a long day, and I am sure that you are weary. Would you grant me the honor of escorting you to your quarters?"  Eomer continued. 

Aragorn looked with practiced neutrality at him, "Your offer is most appreciated. I still have yet to familiarize myself with the layout of your castle."  As he spoke, Eomer caught the very subtle hint of amusement behind his words. 

Eomer nodded, and although he was tempted to tear his armor and clothes off and tumble amongst the horses at that moment with Aragorn, he sorely realized that he would still have to wait. 

"Should we not wait for Legolas and Gimli?"  he asked casually. 

"Nay, they are helping Lady Eowyn, and I´m sure that she will be able to escort them afterward to their lodgings." 

Eomer nodded. During the journey, he had managed to slyly ask his sister about the assignation of rooms for their guests, and she had helpfully informed him as to which ones had been designated. 

"Come," Eomer said to Aragorn, gesturing. "The servants have arrived ahead of us and have prepared the Golden Hall for our return." 

Aragorn followed his lead as he walked across the courtyard into Meduseld, their way illuminated by torchlight. Eomer felt joy in his heart as he walked the familiar paths of his home, paths that were denied to him during his exile; the mundane sound of his boots ringing against the stone now transformed in his mind into the sweetest of songs. He chatted amiably with Aragorn, continuing to maintain his nonchalant attitude even though he ached inside. 

He stopped briefly outside of the door to his bedchamber. "Pray wait a moment, whilst I divest myself of this armor in my quarters," he said. 

Aragorn nodded. Eomer led him inside, closing the door behind them. He was tempted to bolt his door and kiss Aragorn senseless, but the trio had agreed during the trek back that they would use Aragorn´s chambers, since he had been given a room that was fairly far away from most of the Golden Hall´s traffic. 

As Eomer removed the heavy plates of metal and chain, Aragorn gazed around. Eomer saw him studying his room intently, taking in every aspect: the tapestries that adorned the walls, the fur rugs covering the floors, and the handcrafted furnishings. 

Aragorn ran his hand over the grain of the low table, admiring the workmanship. It stood a little below knee height, and a few maps and scrolls that Eomer had been examining before his exile lay unrolled on top of it. Thick legs carved in the idealized shape of a horse´s head supported a heavy slab that had been fashioned from several different types of decorative wood and beautifully stained. Elaborate scrollwork was rendered along the sides in gold filigree, the graceful curves coiling and twining around several horse motifs. 

"This is beautiful," Aragorn said, praise filling his voice. 

Eomer grinned, "My thanks. Our people pride ourselves on crafting objects which have both form and function. Everything we make is both pleasing to the eye and able to weather any form of stress or trial." 

Aragorn´s eyes glinted at his words, and Eomer quickly killed the speculation in his mind, lest he become too erect to walk outside. 

He finished removing the last piece of his armor. "The guest area is this way," he said casually as he opened his door. 

They walked down several hallways before they came to Aragorn´s quarters. Eomer opened the door and said, "And this is where you will be staying."  He locked gazes with Aragorn, an unspoken question in their depths. 

Aragorn glanced around and nodded, indicating that no one was within eye or ear shot. 

Eomer swiftly darted into the room with Aragorn following. close behind. Aragorn quickly deposited his pack on the bed while Eomer shut and bolted the door. As soon as he was done, Aragorn roughly pressed his full length against Eomer, pinning his lover´s body against the heavy wood. 

"It´s been far too long since I´ve been inside of you, little one," Aragorn growled dangerously in his ear, his voice dripping with the promise of darkling pleasures. 

Eomer shuddered at the familiar endearment. Aragorn grabbed a handful of the thick golden blond locks, and pulled back, baring his neck. Eomer groaned as Aragorn bit his way down, soothing each nip with a swipe of his hot tongue. He could feel Aragorn hardening against his buttocks, and his knees went weak. A small moan escaped his throat as the blood immediately pooled in his groin. 

Aragorn spun him around, his cobalt eyes alight with a feral lust. "I desire you," he breathed huskily, before he smashed his lips against Eomer´s. He pressed his lover´s body against the door, catching his wrists and trapping them beside his body. 

Eomer moaned softly in his throat. Aragorn´s kisses always devastated him. This one incinerated him from within, catching him in a blazing conflagration of need and passion until his insides crumbled to ash. 

Aragorn swept his tongue over Eomer´s lower lip as they parted, causing the young warrior to gasp at the heated contact. Eomer barely drew another breath before it was stolen again by another hard kiss, and another, leaving his lips slightly swollen and his breathing ragged. 

"Mine," Aragorn said silkily, his eyes glittering with hunger. He pinned Eomer´s wrists above his head with one hand. With his other, he ripped Eomer´s tunic open. Eomer started to yelp in surprise, but it was swallowed by a hitch of breath as Aragorn placed a finger on each side of one of the dusky circles on his chest. Aragorn pulled the skin taut before mercilessly attacking the dark nub; the trapped flesh registering the full heat of his tongue as it danced across the sensitive swell, Aragorn´s teasing ministrations causing the skin to furl into tight peaks. Eomer bit off a groan as he felt a sweet-sour ache beginning in his loins, coiling its way through his body. His erection strained against the confines of his breeches, his need burning brightly within him. 

"Yes," Eomer breathed raggedly. "Take me now, my lord."  Aragorn scooped Eomer up and promptly deposited him on the bed, pouncing on Eomer before he could properly re-orient himself. 

Aragorn ground his crotch against Eomer as if he were trying to annihilate the barrier of clothing. As Eomer was arching underneath him, he reached into his pack and pulled out two short lengths of rope. He quickly bound Eomer´s wrists to the headboard. Eomer began breathing harder, eagerly anticipating Aragorn´s next move. 

Aragorn swiftly stripped them both, his hard organ springing out of his breeches. He hastily produced a jar of salve from his pack and coated his pulsing member with the oily substance. 

He prepared his fingers, and slid one into Eomer´s puckered entrance, causing him to cry out. Eomer´s body starting vibrating, craving greater contact. He wanted to feel Aragorn´s firm muscled body pressing against his, wanted to feel his rigid shaft. 

"Aragorn," Eomer begged plaintively, his breath weak from the desire raging through him, "Please..."

In response, Aragorn plunged into Eomer´s tight entrance. Eomer screamed at the top of his lungs as he was penetrated, feeling each nerve explode, wanting Aragorn to ravish him, to claim his body with the full force of his primal lust. 

Aragorn pumped deeply into Eomer´s body, all sense of finesse forgotten. Eomer convulsed with each jab, keening loudly as he strained against his bonds. The intense ramming whipped him into a frenzy, causing Eomer to wrap his legs around Aragorn´s hips and return Aragorn´s thrusts with equal force. 

He became a creature of blind need, all thought forgotten. All that concerned him was his hunger to feel Aragorn deep inside of him, his need for Aragorn to erase all of the nights they spent apart with each hard pound. 

Aragorn began slamming into him roughly, his mouth making guttural noises. Eomer felt his head going light. All of his breath was spent screaming as each thrust plundered deeply into him, savagely pushing him into the bed, marking him as Aragorn´s. Aragorn captured Eomer´s mouth, swallowing his loud keens, tongue wrapping possessively around his lover´s. 

Eomer felt himself burning, the pyre inside him growing hotter until it was almost unbearable. His blood thundered in his ears, his vision blurring as Aragorn relentlessly pistoned into him, filling him over and over. 

Aragorn´s body was trembling as he sat back and pulled Eomer onto his thighs, tilting the young warrior´s hips upward, his hard strokes rubbing against the heart of Eomer´s pleasure. He covered Eomer´s mouth with his hand, muting his increasingly loud cries. 

Eomer was soaring on wave after wave of pleasure. Just when he thought he couldn´t crest any higher, Aragorn jabbed him deeply again. He locked gazes with his lover, his clouded eyes a silent plea for completion. 

Aragorn plundered him deeper in response, growling, "I´m not done with you yet, little one."  Eomer thrashed desperately against his bonds, each muffled entreaty cut short by a hard thrust. Soon, his body was quivering from head to toe, and a small pool of moisture from his shaft had leaked onto his stomach. His grip on the outside world was fading, his only concerns now were on his pent-up desire, and on Aragorn´s tireless pumping, keeping him just on the edge of release. 

Just when he thought he couldn´t endure anymore, Aragorn´s rhythm began breaking slightly. He rasped, "Stay quiet, little one," as he removed his hand from Eomer´s mouth. 

Aragorn grasped Eomer´s hips tightly, and he slammed swiftly into his lover, his eyes feverish as he approached his climax. Eomer matched his frenzied pace, causing the bed to shake under them. 

Before long, Eomer felt Aragorn´s body shudder. Aragorn suddenly tensed every muscle as he buried himself deep inside Eomer, containing a roar as his pleasure reached its peak; his hips still raggedly pistoning as he spent himself completely within Eomer´s body. 

The tremors had not yet left the Aragorn´s body when he said hoarsely, "Now." 

He simultaneously clamped his left hand over Eomer´s mouth and grabbed his lover´s neglected erection with his right. Eomer sobbed in relief as he immediately went over the edge. He gave a muffled shriek as he felt his passion exploding, splashing hot liquid on Aragorn´s fingers. 

While Eomer was still quaking, Aragorn sat back. He raised his seed coated hand to his lips and thoroughly licked it clean. "Delicious," he purred, before leaning forward for a deep kiss. Eomer moaned against Aragorn´s mouth, lapping up the tangy flavor of his release mixed with Aragorn´s own heady taste of pipeweed and woodsmoke. 

Panting, Aragorn pulled out of Eomer, trembling at this last, delectable contact. He untied Eomer before he collapsed onto his lover´s chest. 

Eomer ran his hands over Aragorn´s tanned skin, now glistening with sweat. Still dazed by their frantic coupling, he idly traced lazy patterns on the surface. 

"I´ve missed you," he breathed. 

"Aye, I´ve missed you too," Aragorn said as he gave Eomer a lingering kiss. They lay there a while in the afterglow, but it was far too soon for the Eomer´s taste when Aragorn stirred and began to rise from his sweat covered body. 

Eomer made a small sound of protest, but Aragorn silenced him with a lingering kiss. "I will be back soon enough," he said as he got up to rummage around the room. 

He came back with a damp washcloth and cleaned them both. "Our fair one should be joining us soon," he said with a devilish smile, "and we should be prepared." 

Eomer asked tiredly, "And how is his timing so remarkably convenient?" 

Aragorn chuckled. "His sharp elf ears have surely heard us rutting, even through these walls. I am sure that when he arrives he will be quite aroused." 

Eomer groaned. "I doubt that I will be of much use," he said thickly, the gentle touch of the washcloth and their recent lovemaking making his limbs feel heavy. A wave of fatigue overtook him, and the room faded from his view. 

Eomer floated in blackness for a while and before long, he began to dream. He was riding across a long, grassy plain on a warm, beautiful day. The wind was blowing through his hair, and he saw a pack of horses in the distance. 

He wheeled Firefoot to follow, feeling the ground fly underneath them. Soon, they were both flying through the air, his horse galloping through the sky as if it were solid earth underneath its hooves. Many leagues flew by before Firefoot finally landed and trotted into the castle that Eomer had spent his childhood in.  His father and mother were there, and they greeted him happily. They walked him to his old room, but when they opened the door, a wave of blue water washed over him, the undertow pulling him in. 

Now he was swimming in a lake, the liquid warm and caressing, enveloping his body and making him feel safe. Soon he broke the surface, emerging completely dry onto a sun-dappled plain dotted by many rolling hills. He took two steps, and he was suddenly on Firefoot´s back again, his steed steadily trotting over the landscape. 

A soft, sweet elven melody drifted on the breeze and filled his ears. As he crested over a hill, he saw Legolas reclining on his back on a bed of flowers in a meadow. His head was resting in one hand, the spun gold locks spilling out to spread over his arm and around his shoulders. 

The sun danced across the white-gold strands, turning them into a scintillating curtain of colors. As Legolas gently turned his head to catch the light breeze wafting through the air, the prismatic display shifted and glinted delightfully. 

He was clad only in a diaphanous tunic of sheer leaf-green material. The fragile fabric was as delicate as a cobweb, and looked as if a single breath would shred it. A small rope around Legolas´ waist, the same flaxen color as his hair, tied it shut. One beautiful slim leg was stretched out, while the other was tucked inward towards his hip, coquettishly shielding his groin from full view. 

Legolas´ alabaster skin glowed and sparkled as if lit from within. He was giving voice to the song that permeated the air, his free hand idly toying with the blossoms beside him. As soon as he saw Eomer, he completed the lilting tune and smiled shyly. Eomer dismounted, feeling his clothes melt away as he approached Legolas. 

Legolas lowered his gaze, as if he were trying to maintain an aspect of modesty. When Eomer was ten paces away from him, he slowly raised one hand and began caressing the side of his neck languidly, his head falling to one side, a blissful expression crossing his face, his voice cooing softly as he touched his glittering flesh. 

Eomer tried to speak, but the heavy atmosphere would not allow him to. Instead, he carefully closed the distance between them. Legolas stopped fondling himself when Eomer knelt down by his side. He turned to look at his lover with his clear, azure eyes; the light of mischief dancing within them. Eomer smiled as he wrapped his arms around Legolas and leisurely draped his body on top of Legolas´ slender form, marveling at the warmth that he could feel emanating from his lover. 

Legolas gladly welcomed Eomer, gracefully winding his slim arms around Eomer´s neck and his willowy legs around Eomer´s waist. The motion revealed Legolas´ rapidly hardening arousal rising up from the nest of pale curls at the juncture of his thighs. 

Eomer´s breath caught as Legolas displayed his hidden treasure. He murmured his admiration as he kissed Legolas gently, feeling the firm pressure against his lips and supping of his lover´s blossom-sweet taste as if it were a precious nectar, each kiss more addicting than the last. 

Needing more, he cupped Legolas´ face tenderly between his large hands and captured the delicate lips passionately, delving into and fully exploring the moist folds of his mouth. They parted with a soft sigh, and Eomer lightly stroked Legolas´ cheek, gazing longingly into the sapphire depths. 

Legolas wrapped his fingers around Eomer´s, halting the motion. His eyes closed as he reverently pressed his lips to Eomer´s palm and hummed softly, sending an electric tingle through the his lover´s blood. 

Eventually, Legolas looked up at Eomer, his eyes wide and heartbreakingly vulnerable. Eomer smiled and tenderly caressed the pale neck with his hands, thrilling inside at Legolas´ soft gasp. Legolas began to gleam a little more strongly as the pale column was mapped. 

The air was heavy, and Eomer felt as if he were dragging his arms through a vat of honey as his hands descended lower to caress Legolas´ body, pushing through the material to feel the warm, radiant skin underneath. Legolas trilled quietly, small glints of light exploding off the surface of his flesh as he arched into the touch. He was breathtakingly beautiful in his need, and Eomer felt his shaft grow in response. 

Legolas moaned when Eomer reached behind him to cup his buttocks, Eomer´s rough hand languorously gliding over the silky firmness. Eomer purred deep in his throat, feeling the heat of both of their hard erections rubbing against each other. Legolas began panting, his skin glittering as his turgid member slid over Eomer´s.  Eomer kissed Legolas gently again, enjoying the slide of his tongue and the hot texture of the exquisite mouth. His right hand moved to the front to trace light, feathery circles on Legolas´ sex, feeling the gossamer fabric part under his touch. Legolas whimpered softly, his body completely pliant under Eomer´s touch. 

Spurred on by the quiet sounds, the fingers of Eomer´s other hand brushed against the material at the cleft of the Legolas´ buttocks, causing the tunic to dissolve away like mist. He carefully circled his finger around the tight entrance, his touch light and teasing. 

Responding to the feathery strokes, Legolas breathed heavily, his eyelids fluttering with lust. Eomer continued to circle the puckered flesh slowly, wringing small quivers out of the slim form. Legolas locked gazes with his lover, silently coaxing him for more contact. 

When Eomer refused to answer his plea, Legolas reached down and grabbed his lover´s erection in his hand. He dipped his slim fingers into the copious moisture leaking from the head and smeared it over the throbbing shaft. Eomer moaned as the smooth and slightly callused hand glided across the velvety skin. Legolas then grasped Eomer with his other hand, causing his lover to choke off a cry. Legolas´ left hand was oily, and Eomer trembled as the two hands alternated stroking the length of him, coating his member. When he was done, Legolas smiled and eagerly parted his legs, the sapphire eyes begging Eomer to take him. 

Needing no prompting, Eomer pushed swiftly into the hot entrance, capturing Legolas´ lips as he did so and muffling a mewl of pleasure. He groaned loudly as the elf´s hot tightness grasped his organ, the feeling suddenly becoming the center of his being. 

He thrust into Legolas´ undulating form languorously, not being able to push against the resistance in this dream world. Legolas pressed against him, encouraging Eomer on. 

Eomer reached down and grabbed Legolas´ member in his hand, stroking the firm shaft, loving the sound of his soft moans and whimpers. Slowly, he felt his passion coiling and building; he watched Legolas glow brighter as he responded to his caresses and slow strokes. Small gasps escaped Legolas´ lips; sparks began dancing off his skin and popping into the air as his excitement built. 

Eomer felt like he was losing a small bit of himself each time he stroked his lover within and without; feeling the sweet form writhe underneath him, the warmth inside of him gathering speed as Legolas urged him on, the slide inside the hot passage and the delicious muted cries from the dewy lips fanning his desire. As they continued, the sluggishness in Eomer´s limbs faded, and he began to thrust faster, causing Legolas to cry out against his mouth, a kaleidoscope of colors rippling through the white-gold locks as his body rocked in time to Eomer´s; his skin now shining steadily, his barely contained pleasure reaching a critical point. 

Eomer reached down and grasped the Legolas´ shaft, the light from the turgid flesh pulsating steadily. He matched the rhythm of his thrusts, swallowing the keens that were gaining in volume and frequency. 

Legolas finally shuddered and screamed. His loud cries were stifled against Eomer´s mouth, and his entire being glowed so brightly that it was like looking into a miniature sun as he climaxed; pearly strands splashed across the pale torso, Legolas´ sweet mewls causing Eomer to surrender into his own release.  They embraced afterward, content. Eomer felt himself getting lighter, and then strangely heavier as the landscape faded away. As he passed from dreaming to half-wakefulness, he became aware of a pair of arms twined around his back, and a hard body underneath his. 

"Did you enjoy your dream, melethron?"  Legolas trilled, his voice breathy with spent passion. 

Eomer´s eyes widened in surprise. He was still in Aragorn´s bed, naked; but somehow he was now on top of Legolas and his semi-hard member was softening inside of his lover. He felt a wet stickiness between them, on his hand, and around his shaft; the air was heavy with the scent of sex. 

"Did we...?"  he gaped in amazement. 

He heard Aragorn´s voice beside him. "Aye, you did. I had quite an enjoyable time with Legolas while you were sleeping, but he was still not yet sated. He tried to rouse you with his tongue, but you were so deep in slumber that you didn´t even stir. However, our fair one was determined that he would have you one way or the other."  Aragorn chuckled in amusement. 

"I did say that I had more songs to sing for you," Legolas teased, a smile curling on his delicate lips. "Do not worry. However you touched me in your dream was mirrored in reality, and I prepared myself beforehand." 

"The two of you were quite beautiful to watch," Aragorn said appreciatively. "I will have to have him repeat this at a future time." 

Eomer slid out, groaning softly. He felt immensely drained. "I shall never get any rest at this rate. I wish I had your stamina, Aragorn."  Aragorn said, "How do you think I developed it? When we first became lovers, Legolas would invoke this glir at all hours of the night. It was quite taxing on me at first." 

Eomer stared at Legolas, who blushed lightly and lowered his eyes coyly. His expression caused Eomer to burst into a fit of laughter. 

Aragorn laughed and kissed Legolas. "You´re not deceiving anyone with that look," he said in an amused voice. He laughed again as Legolas gazed at him with a mock look of hurt. 

Eomer asked, "And why did you just not order him to cease and allow you some rest?" 

"That´s quite a long story that I will save for another time," Aragorn said with a sly smile. 

He reached over and tossed Legolas the damp washcloth he had used earlier. "Your turn, a´maelamin," he said. 

As Legolas attended to the two of them, Eomer tried to fruitlessly determine the lateness of the hour. "How early in the day is it?"  he asked. 

"Two and a half hours before the servants start wakening. We should probably retire to our separate rooms before then to avoid rousing suspicion."  Legolas said lightly. 

Eomer rubbed a hand over his weary eyes. "And I still feel tired. The two of you will eventually slay me." 

Aragorn turned to face Eomer and pulled his lover´s body against his own. "Hush. We have time enough for a nap before you must leave." 

Legolas curled against his back, and pulled the blankets over the three of them. He began singing quietly, lulling Aragorn and Eomer to sleep. 

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