AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just want to thank all the readers and reviewers who were
nice enough to give me their comments/suggestions/praises/criticisms.
These will all be filed away and taken into consideration, I promise. I
would especially like to thank my fellow authors and friends whose kind
words are what most drive me to take this story into the next chapter right
away. Before I go on, however, I would like to clear up a few things and
make a few assurances: (1) Armir's name is a name I made up myself (but
still with a little Elvish basis); it means "royal(AR) jewel(MIR)"; I
didn't want to use the name synthesizer at Barrowdowns since it'll be too
darn long a name! (2) Armir's character will shift away from the Mary-Sue
pattern as the plot thickens; you will find she is not perfect at all and
in fact has many weaknesses (3) the first chapter may be sweet fluff, but
the story will climax and rise into heavier stuff later on; remember this
is a romance AND a drama-it has some bit of mystery in it too! (4) Armir's
role in the Fellowship is quite different from what previous writers have
written about-you will see this later, so please don't condemn my storyline
just yet!; (5) I am well aware that Elladan did not have a wife-that is one
LOTR fact I changed in this story, which is why it is a fanFIC; at least
it's different!
I've already got the entire plot of this story worked out in my head, but of course I can't relate it to you all in one sitting. So please be patient, 'cause it will get better and better, I promise. Definitely something to look out for. Thanks again and happy reading! ; P
THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Two - Departure
"My lady? My lady, may I come in?"
Armir raised her head at the sound of knocking at her bedroom door and smiled, recognizing the gentle voice from behind the heavy wood. "Yes, come in Aragorn." she called out, smoothening out the long skirt of the traveling robe she had just slipped on.
The door swung open and in stepped Isildur's Heir, all geared up and ready to go. As he entered he smiled fondly at the young elf-maiden he had come to know as his little sister.
When he first came to Rivendell as a young man, Aragorn had met the slightly younger Armir and started what would turn out to be a lifetime friendship. They grew up together under the counsel and care of her grandfather Elrond, and she was also one confidante who helped him in his courtship of Arwen. After he left Rivendell to wander Middle Earth and fulfill his duties as a Ranger, the two friends had not seen each other for many years. Armir, unlike him, could not be torn away from home; not once since she arrived in Imladris as a baby has she stepped a foot out of its sanctuary. She was very much attached to her friends and family, and usually refused to be taken away from them for whatever cause. It was for this reason that Aragorn still found it difficult to believe that his sweet, ingenuous childhood friend was going to go with them on what would most certainly be a long and perilous journey, one that will not be bringing her back home anytime soon-if it will at all.
Shaking his mind free from that last disturbing thought, Aragorn approached Armir. "Have you finished packing your things, my lady?" he asked.
Armir smiled and shook her head. "Aragorn, we have known each other far too long and much too well to be addressing each other so formally." she teased.
Aragorn chuckled. "You are right, Mellonamin (my friend)" he agreed. "It is just that. . . it has been much too long since I last saw you. You seem not to be the same child I knew from before."
The maiden's sapphire eyes sparkled. "I have not changed so much." she said softly. "Not like you. . ." She moved closer to him and reached out to touch his cheek briefly. "The outside world seems to have transformed you. Your eyes have been witness to so much suffering and grief, much pain and fear."
"That is how it really is, Armir." Aragorn told her kindly. "Outside Rivendell, things are not quite so beautiful and perfect, no matter how we all hope they could be."
Armir sighed and turned away, her gaze turning wistful. "I know." she murmured.
Aragorn placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. "It is the world you shall be exposing yourself to if you come with us to Mordor." he said gravely. "In fact, it shall be many times worse than what even Rangers such as myself encounter on our journeys. On this quest we shall be seeking danger; we will not merely be waiting for danger to find us."
Armir turned back around to look at him, her innocent wide eyes gazing up at his handsome face.
Wanting to ease the worry he could sense growing in her heart, Aragorn took her hand. "I wish not to frighten you, Armir. But it is important that you are made aware of what you are getting yourself into." he said in concern. "I do not want you to regret your choice, and I do not want to place you in any unnecessary risk."
Armir stared back at him bravely. "It is necessary, Aragorn. I must go." she told him firmly.
"Then I pray, let me know why." Aragorn said, his brow furrowing. "You are a cherished treasure of your people. What could possibly be worth such sacrifice?"
Armir smiled mysteriously. "Time will not only show you the answers, Mellonamin (my friend), it will prove them to you." she replied. "In the meantime, have faith in my grandfather and in me. We know what it is that we do."
"As you wish, my lady." Aragorn consented. He then smiled and affectionately stoked the silken hair cascading over one slim shoulder. "If you will insist on taking part in this, then rest assured that I shall be there to protect and care for you. By my sword no harm shall come upon you for as long as I stand."
Armir laughed. "Diola lle, Astalder (thank you, valiant one) But your sword has already been pledged to the Ring Bearer. Frodo is the person most valuable this journey." she reminded him. "Please, do not bother nor distract yourself for my sake."
Aragorn laughed with her. "You think not that I can guard you both?" He paused, his blue eyes twinkling somewhat mischievously. "Or is it because you would rather Prince Legolas be the one to defend you?"
"Aragorn!" Armir exclaimed, rather shocked as she whirled around to stare at him. "Speak not of such things! What could have ever placed such thoughts in your head? "
The man just smiled, looking at her straight in the eye. "He seems especially fond of you, Armir." he told her gently. "I have noticed the way his eyes gaze upon you. It is very much unlike the way he regards other elf-maidens."
A tell-tale blush was beginning to creep across the Armir's milky white cheek. She turned away quickly so Aragorn would not see, and then scolded herself mentally for the queer feeling that was growing in her chest.
"Nonsense." she said aloud as resolutely as she could, avoiding her friend's amused and scrutinizing gaze. "I am sure a fine looking prince such as Legolas would have had much experience with the ladies by now."
"I do not believe so." Aragorn countered. "Legolas' heart belongs to adventure and to the wild. He shows no interest in even the loveliest of maidens." He smirked. "That is, until he met you."
Armir groaned, still refusing to meet his eye. "Aragorn, please. . . "
"You cannot deny that he interests you." Aragorn pointed out slyly.
Armir bit her lip hesitantly, then shook her head. "You are such a tease." she grumbled. "At least that much has not changed in you."
Laughing, Aragorn came close to give her a hug. "You know I am only watching out for you, Seleramin (my sister)." he assured her warmly. "I hear you have been fervently courted by many a prince and lord from all the Elven kingdoms, yet you would surrender your affection to none of them."
"None have true love in their hearts for me." Armir said softly. "Why then must I grant them anything?"
"Wise words." Aragorn agreed. For a moment he fell silent as he gazed upon the lovely face of the maiden before him. He had not been mistaken in his earlier statement when he said she had changed. Armir was like a tender young rose that had burst into full bloom. His little seler had grown up into an elf-lady, and an astonishingly beautiful one at that. It did not surprise him that her heart and hand were sought by many. He could not blame Legolas for falling under her spell.
A slight frown then replaced the amused smile on Aragorn's lips as he realized something. Armir's irresistible beauty and virginal innocence all the more made this journey a treacherous one for her. He shuddered to think what orcs and corrupt men would do with her should she fall into their lecherous, perverse arms.
But she will not, the Ranger reminded himself determinedly. He would face death first before he would allow sinful hands to take Armir. He will keep a close watch on her. And if for some reason he became unable. . .
Aragorn let out a soft chuckle. He was quite sure the Mirkwood Prince will never let his eyes stray from the lovely Armir.
Armir poked his arm playfully. "Why do you laugh now?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she glared up at him.
Aragorn planted an loving kiss on the top of her head. "Nothing." he fibbed, then took her hand in his. "Come. If you are ready, I have yet to introduce you to the rest of the Fellowship."
* * *
Legolas stared up at the large portrait hanging in one of the less frequented halls of Elrond's house. It was the picture of an incredibly beautiful and graceful elf-maiden with raven hair, hazel eyes and a stunning smile.
"This was painted by one of Elladan's Ranger friends many years ago. It was meant to be a gift." Elrond said softly from behind him. "My son took one look at it and then ordered it away from his sight. Only recently have I brought it out from storage and placed it here, for Armir's benefit."
"She looks so much like her." Legolas whispered, referring to the maiden in the portrait.
Elrond smiled. "Armir inherited almost everything from her, save her father's eyes and strong chin." He chuckled lightly. "And, of course, his impossible stubbornness."
Legolas turned to face the elf-lord. "It must be difficult for Elladan to see Armir now that she has grown into a young lady."
Elrond nodded grimly. "Which is why he had not been home since she was but a few years old. He has dedicated his energies more to the Rangers than to his own daughter." he said with a shake of his head. "He cannot stand the sight of Armir. She brings back too many painful memories of Nurréien."
"A pity." Legolas murmured thoughtfully. "What happened?"
Elrond sighed, then began to relate the story. "Elladan first met Nurréien during one of his rescue expeditions with the Rangers. She, along with some other elves, had been captured by orcs and taken to the Misty Mountains. Elladan was the one who saved her from being ravaged, and it was love at first sight."
"Nurréien was a wandering elf. Much of her past was unknown, even to herself." A slightly amused smile crossed the Rivendell lord's face. "He knew nothing about her-except for her name and the fact that she grew up in Lorien-but by Valar, Elladan loved her immensely. I am told he worshipped the very ground she treaded upon."
Legolas' brow furrowed. "You are told? You mean to say you have never seen her yourself?" he inquired.
Elrond shook his head in regret. "Elladan and she were on their way home to be married, here in Rivendell. Along the way they were attacked by orcs, and my son was unable to save his beloved a second time." he said gloomily. "That was only days after Armir was born. I was delivered only my granddaughter, and was never able to meet her mother."
Legolas felt sympathy cut through him. "Such tragedy." he murmured, bowing his head sadly for a moment. When he looked back up, he asked his next question. "You have then never uncovered Nurréien's origin?"
Elrond's face seemed to brighten slightly at that. "Actually, we have. Upon my inquiry I was informed by Lady Galadriel that Nurréien's grandmother was, in fact, Amarie of the Vanyar."
Legolas paused, struggling to recall the familiar name. "Amarie. . ." he mused. "You speak of your kinsman Finrod's lover?" He looked confused. "But I thought they parted ways when Finrod went to Exile. They never had the chance to start a life together."
Elrond's eyes gleamed mysteriously. "You are correct on both counts."
The younger elf stared at him in puzzlement for a few seconds, before realization dawned upon his face. "A virginal birth." he whispered in wonder and disbelief.
"Yes. A child conceived out of pure love and desire between the souls of two lovers. It is a rare occurrence, and a very special gift " Elrond said. "That was how Amarie's son was born. He then married a Lorien elf and had Nurréien." He shrugged. "This strange history, I suppose, best explains why Armir has turned out to be such a blessed child. Her lineage is shrouded in enchantment."
For a while Legolas could not speak. In the past he had heard many rumors about Elven virgins giving birth to unfathered children, but he had always dismissed them to be old wives' tales. From the moment he saw Armir he knew she there was something special about her. Now he was finding out why, and he was certain this discovery about her past was just the beginning of many more to come.
"Legolas," Elrond said, cutting into his thoughts. "Armir means a great deal. Not just to me, but to her people."
"I know that, my Lord." Legolas said quickly. "And I do understand why it is so."
The elf-lord turned away and began to walk down the hall, and Legolas followed. "This quest on which she about to embark will be very harsh both on her body and spirit." he said grimly. "Though she will strive not to show it, once she steps out of Rivendell she will begin to feel terrified and homesick. She is not accustomed to being away from home so far and for so long."
Elrond turned his head towards Legolas and gazed upon him seriously. "She will need you, Legolas."
The elf looked genuinely surprised. "I, Master Elrond?"
"Of course. As a fellow elf, you would be the closest thing she can regard as kindred." Elrond told him. "She will be drawn to you for comfort and will look to you when in need."
"And I shall give it to her, my lord." Legolas assured him resolutely. "You may trust that I will never leave her in sadness or wanting."
"Thank you." Elrond sighed. "I have faith that Aragorn too will do everything in his power to care for her. He loves Armir like a sister. Yet his obligation, first and foremost, is to Frodo. He cannot stray from that commitment."
He paused once again. "Therefore I must ask you, son of Thranduil. Protect my little Armir for me. She is no warrior; she cannot and will never hurt a soul. If caught in a battle without anyone to fight for her, she will surely perish."
"She will not." Legolas said immediately and almost fiercely. The mere thought of Armir getting hurt already aroused much protective feelings in him. "Upon my honor no harm shall ever come upon her."
Elrond smiled. "That is precisely what I wish to hear, Legolas. You have my eternal gratitude."
Legolas hesitated. "Might you permit a question then, my lord?" he said slowly.
"Certainly."
"I question not your judgment nor your great wisdom," Legolas began tentatively. "But if Armir is so dear to you and to the people of Rivendell, then. . . why do you send her away so freely? Why is it so necessary for her to make the trip to Mordor?"
At these words, Elrond slowed his walk and gradually stopped in his tracks. He faced the Mirkwood prince slowly, and was silent for a moment as if considering his answer. Finally, he raised his stern eyes to look at Legolas straight at the face.
"Because without her, the Fellowship and the quest will surely fail. . . and Middle Earth will face its doom."
* * *
"Aragorn!"
At the sound of his name, the dark haired man turned around and saw a tall blond elf making his way towards him. He smiled as his friend came close.
"Legolas!" he greeted in return. "How was your meeting with Master Elrond? I trust he has explained everything, and you are no longer quite so out of the know."
Legolas grinned. "Yes, I think perhaps now I am even more in the know than you are, my friend. . . for once." he joked.
Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Legolas waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing." he said, then gazed around them. "Where is Armir? There is something I must tell her."
"Yonder, at the courtyard, getting acquainted with the hobbits." Aragorn replied. A glimmer of naughtiness flashed across his face. "Why? What is it that you have to tell her?"
"That is between her and myself." Legolas retorted, as he tried to get around the man and take his leave.
Aragorn caught his arm. "You are attracted to her, are you not Legolas?" he whispered conspiratorially but seriously.
The sudden gravity of his tone and face caused Legolas to freeze in his tracks, though somewhat reluctantly. Knowing it he could never lie nor hide anything from his friend, the elf shrugged.
"Perhaps." he answered as casually as he could.
"Be mindful of your feelings. She is very unlike the other maidens you are accustomed to. She is barely more than a child, and is a mild spirit at that." Aragorn warned him.
"Yes, I know this." Legolas said impatiently, and tried to get past him again.
"Legolas. All I am saying is that you should be careful. Maidens as lovely and pure as Armir are like the first buds of spring-they are very delicate and must be regarded with much prudence." Aragorn told him solemnly.
Legolas felt a rush of offense in him. "What is it that you are trying to express, Aragorn?" he said testily. "Do you imply that I might somehow hurt Armir?"
"No my friend." Aragorn responded calmly, meeting the elf's upset gaze head on. "My fear is that she might hurt you."
And with that he turned and walked away, leaving Legolas too caught in his surprise to even ask him what he had meant.
* * *
He felt her presence even before she had the chance to call his name. Masking his heavily growing heart with a strained smile, Elrond turned to face his granddaughter as she stepped out into the balcony from behind him.
A pair of eyes as blue and clear as Bruinen's waters stared back at him. "Legolas said you wished to speak to me, my lord." she said softly, approaching him.
Elrond nodded, and gestured for her to come closer. "Yes. Has everyone in the Fellowship put his things in order?" he asked gently.
"We have, Minyaatar." Armir whispered, lowering her eyes. "We are ready to leave."
Elrond held out an arm to her, and she moved beneath its warm embrace.
"Then it is time." Elrond said, fighting to keep his voice clear and steady despite the hardening lump in his throat. "You must be off now, before it becomes too dark to travel. At least a ten mile journey must be finished before camping for the night."
There was a stilled silence after these words. Then, a moment later, a soft sob.
Elrond looked down at the face that suddenly buried against his chest. His own heart wrenched at the sight of her tears.
"Armir, why do you cry?" he asked her gently, stroking her soft hair lovingly. "Now is not the time for you to weep. You must be strong."
"I do not wish to leave you, Minyaatar." Armir whimpered. "I shall miss you too much."
"As shall I, Melamin." Elrond murmured, hugging her close. "But we have talked about this, remember?" He patted her back tenderly. "Of course, if you feel that you must change your mind now, you have only to say so."
Armir lifted her tearful gaze to look up at him. "I cannot." she said sadly. "I know how important this is to you, Grandfather. To everyone. Though my heart should break at my doing so, I have to leave."
"Then go without fear nor doubt." Elrond told her firmly. "You are strong, Armir. You can face this, and defeat all of your demons. Have faith."
The elf-lord held her chin as he stared down at his grandchild's tear- streaked face. "I have already asked Legolas to watch over you and take special care of you. If you should ever need anything at anytime, go to him." he instructed her. "As one of our brothers, he can give you comfort should you feel a longing for home or Elven company." His gaze hardened into one that was both stern and pleading. "Do not leave his side for even a second, do you understand? You must promise me this, child."
"I promise, Minyaatar." Armir said softly, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her hand.
Elrond smiled wistfully, once again struck with much pride at how brave his little granddaughter was being. He took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. He kissed her cheek and stepped back.
"Then I guess. . . this is goodbye."
The two of them looked upon each other for the last time, both holding back their tears, both struggling to hide the pain eating them up inside. They wished they could console their aching hearts with words, with assurances that they will see each other again.
But they knew the truth-that this moment was most likely the very last time they shall ever lay eyes upon each other.
"Namaarie, Minyaatar."
With those parting words, Master Elrond's only grandchild spun on her heel and made her way out of the balcony and away from his sight, moving as fast as she could before she lost all resolve to leave behind the only father she ever knew.
* * *
Armir brushed away yet another errant tear that had managed to escape her eyes and slide down her cheek. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep them from falling. The sorrow that was crushing her heart was beginning to be too much for her to bear.
The maiden pulled the hood of her traveling cloak closer around her face as she kept up with the brisk pace of her companions as they made their way towards the bridge leading out of home. Ahead of her, she could see Aragorn and the wizard Gandalf heading their party. Following behind them were Frodo and his hobbit friends Samwise, Merry, and Pippen. After the hobbits and directly in front of her was the stern man of Gondor Boromir, walking alongside Gimli the dwarf. Several paces behind her was Legolas who, aside from being her specially assigned protector, was also serving as the group's rearguard.
Armir, for the most part, was alone, but as of the moment that really was how she would rather have it anyway. She did not want any of the Fellowship to see how weepy and weak she was being. It would take a while before her initial pain would subside and she would be able to face them again.
At last they came to the bridge. Armir held her breath as they made their way across, trying in vain not to look back at what she was leaving behind. Still, she was unable to help herself as her eyes eventually strayed back for one final, desperate glance at the one and only home she had ever known her whole life. Her spirit threatened to rip apart with sadness as her eyes drank in its beauty and purity, with the stinging knowledge that she may never return to that place again. For a brief moment she felt the sudden urge to abandon her resolve and just turn back.
Just as she truly felt she was going to break down in uncontrollable sobs, a snug arm slid around her shoulders and pulled her against a warm and comforting chest.
Armir looked up in surprise and was met by the tender gaze of Prince Legolas, who was looking down at her with sympathy and understanding. He spoke not a word, yet in his caring eyes, she found all the consolation and assurance needed to calm her suffering.
The maiden let out a shaky sigh and closed her eyes, allowing her weary head to rest against the base of Legolas' neck. The elf in turn tightened his gentle hold, pulling her closer to him as they continued to walk behind the others in silence.
* * *
A thundering of hooves signaled the arrival of riders entering his abode. Elrond rose from where he sat in his bedroom and stepped out into the balcony to gaze outside. Sure enough, two horsemen clad in identical gray cloaks came riding through the gates. The pair was immediately welcomed by a throng of attendants and stable hands.
Elladan and Elrohir have finally returned.
Elrond watched the faces of his two sons as they dismounted their steeds. He had not seen them for over fifty years, yet time has not seem to have changed them. Both still appeared as strong and spirited as they had been in their last meeting. Though dressed in coarse tunics and smeared with dirt from their travels, their Elven beauty remained defined and unmarred.
He saw one of the twins address the nearest servant with a question. It was Elladan.
"Where is the Master?"
"I do believe he is up in his chamber, my lord." the servant answered with a humble bow.
Elladan nodded his thanks, then immediately spun on his heel and marched toward the house with Elrohir following right behind him.
With a heavy sigh, Elrond moved away from his balcony back inside. He already knew what has brought his wandering sons back to Rivendell so suddenly. Judging from the scowl he had seen on his face, he also knew that the word Elladan wished to have with him was not going to be a pleasant one.
"Father?" A gentle voice from behind him caused the elf-lord to turn his head.
Arwen stood at the doorway of his bedroom, her azure gaze filled with concern.
"Elladan and Elrohir have arrived." she said softly, gracefully making her way across the room to her father's side. She placed a hand on his arm.
"I am aware." Elrond murmured, offering his beloved daughter a slight smile. "They should be here to see me any moment now."
Arwen's eyes stared up at him with worry. "I can sense his pain. . . his anger." she whispered.
Elrond nodded grimly. "We cannot blame him for having such feelings. But now that he is home, perhaps he can be made to understand. He has to understand."
"Father!"
The booming voice immediately brought the attention of both father and child to the doorway. Sure enough there stood Elladan, his handsome face swathed in panic and his entire form shaking with agitation.
"I hurried home as quickly as I could the moment I received the news." he said breathlessly, throwing aside all etiquette of proper greetings. "Where is she?" he demanded, staring around him frantically as if he expected Armir to be hiding somewhere in the room. "Where is my little girl?"
Elrond slowly stepped towards his troubled son. "You are too late, Elladan. She is already gone." he told him.
At these words Elladan faced him abruptly, his face suddenly turning pale. His eyes clouded over with denial and slowly growing resentment. For a moment he seemed too stunned to make the slightest sound.
"Gone?" he whispered in dismay, as though the word was too painful to utter.
Elrond nodded, feeling a sharp pain in his own heart at the sight of his eldest child's anguish. "She left with the Fellowship nearly a fortnight ago."
"Father, how could you?" the elf shouted, his trembling voice rising dangerously. "You had no right!"
"Elladan!" Arwen gasped, quite scandalized with the way Elladan was speaking to their sire. Never in her life has she seen or imagined her good-natured brother displaying such wrath and lack of respect.
Mannerly elves never raised their voices, especially not to their elders. Elladan's fury was driving him to act like a barbarian, but Elrond felt no displeasure with his son. . . only pity.
"Forgive me for not being able to notify you sooner." Elrond said quietly, meeting his son's furious glare evenly. "There was simply no time. I had decided to send her at the last minute, and they had to leave for their quest soon after."
"She is MY daughter!" Elladan roared, ignoring his father's explanations. "I should have at least been given the right to share in the decision. But you did not even grant me the chance to bid her goodbye!"
"Brother, calm yourself." Elrohir suddenly spoke up from where he stood beside his sister. "Mind your words. You go too far."
Elladan whirled around to face his twin. "Calm myself?" he growled. "Armir has been sent away without my consent to the most dangerous place in Middle Earth. I may never see her again. Do not tell me to be calm!"
"What did you want Father to do, Elladan?" Arwen said with a shake of her head, her kind tone piercing through her brother's rage. "Armir was a companion necessary in the Fellowship. As much as it hurt him to let her go, he was given no choice."
"Armir is just a child." Elladan muttered bitterly. "What could have been so important that she had to join them?"
"If you had only been around to see her grow up, Elladan, then maybe you would know why." Elrond said gravely. His stern eyes flashed with reproach. "But you left her. You have not the right to be angry now that she has left you."
His words stung his son like a sword to the heart. There were seconds of tense silence in the room as Elladan stood frozen, staring at his father through eyes flooding with a tangle of emotions. At last, the distraught elf turned around and stormed out of the room.
Elrond sighed. His poor son. He should have known the callousness of the truth would be too much for him to handle.
"Stay here. I will take care of this." the elf-lord told the bewildered Elrohir and Arwen before making his own exit.
As he stepped out of his chamber, Elrond immediately caught sight of Elladan, who had not gone far. He was standing in front of a large window down the hall, staring out into the courtyard in tormented silence.
Slowly Elrond approached his injured son. Elladan refused to look up or pay him attention even as he came near. For a while the father and son merely stood beside each other, allowing the quiet to soothe both their distressed spirits.
"Elladan." Elrond finally said, reaching out to touch the elf's shoulder. "Amin hiraetha. (I am sorry)."
At last, Elladan turned his gaze to his father. The moment their eyes met, Elrond glimpsed into his son's soul and saw all the built-up emotions that were hurting him so much-frustration, shame, self-pity, mourning, and above all, overwhelming regret.
The elf-lord could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he forced them away quickly. He has never shown weakness in front of his children. . . he was not about to start now.
The tears in Elladan's eyes however, spilled over the moment he felt his father's caring hand upon his shoulder. As he started to cry he felt himself being taken into Elrond's comforting, forgiving embrace, and together they grieved the departure of their beloved Armir.
* * *
COMING UP. . . Chapter 3 - Guardian
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THE SACRIFICE
Chapter Two - Departure
"My lady? My lady, may I come in?"
Armir raised her head at the sound of knocking at her bedroom door and smiled, recognizing the gentle voice from behind the heavy wood. "Yes, come in Aragorn." she called out, smoothening out the long skirt of the traveling robe she had just slipped on.
The door swung open and in stepped Isildur's Heir, all geared up and ready to go. As he entered he smiled fondly at the young elf-maiden he had come to know as his little sister.
When he first came to Rivendell as a young man, Aragorn had met the slightly younger Armir and started what would turn out to be a lifetime friendship. They grew up together under the counsel and care of her grandfather Elrond, and she was also one confidante who helped him in his courtship of Arwen. After he left Rivendell to wander Middle Earth and fulfill his duties as a Ranger, the two friends had not seen each other for many years. Armir, unlike him, could not be torn away from home; not once since she arrived in Imladris as a baby has she stepped a foot out of its sanctuary. She was very much attached to her friends and family, and usually refused to be taken away from them for whatever cause. It was for this reason that Aragorn still found it difficult to believe that his sweet, ingenuous childhood friend was going to go with them on what would most certainly be a long and perilous journey, one that will not be bringing her back home anytime soon-if it will at all.
Shaking his mind free from that last disturbing thought, Aragorn approached Armir. "Have you finished packing your things, my lady?" he asked.
Armir smiled and shook her head. "Aragorn, we have known each other far too long and much too well to be addressing each other so formally." she teased.
Aragorn chuckled. "You are right, Mellonamin (my friend)" he agreed. "It is just that. . . it has been much too long since I last saw you. You seem not to be the same child I knew from before."
The maiden's sapphire eyes sparkled. "I have not changed so much." she said softly. "Not like you. . ." She moved closer to him and reached out to touch his cheek briefly. "The outside world seems to have transformed you. Your eyes have been witness to so much suffering and grief, much pain and fear."
"That is how it really is, Armir." Aragorn told her kindly. "Outside Rivendell, things are not quite so beautiful and perfect, no matter how we all hope they could be."
Armir sighed and turned away, her gaze turning wistful. "I know." she murmured.
Aragorn placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. "It is the world you shall be exposing yourself to if you come with us to Mordor." he said gravely. "In fact, it shall be many times worse than what even Rangers such as myself encounter on our journeys. On this quest we shall be seeking danger; we will not merely be waiting for danger to find us."
Armir turned back around to look at him, her innocent wide eyes gazing up at his handsome face.
Wanting to ease the worry he could sense growing in her heart, Aragorn took her hand. "I wish not to frighten you, Armir. But it is important that you are made aware of what you are getting yourself into." he said in concern. "I do not want you to regret your choice, and I do not want to place you in any unnecessary risk."
Armir stared back at him bravely. "It is necessary, Aragorn. I must go." she told him firmly.
"Then I pray, let me know why." Aragorn said, his brow furrowing. "You are a cherished treasure of your people. What could possibly be worth such sacrifice?"
Armir smiled mysteriously. "Time will not only show you the answers, Mellonamin (my friend), it will prove them to you." she replied. "In the meantime, have faith in my grandfather and in me. We know what it is that we do."
"As you wish, my lady." Aragorn consented. He then smiled and affectionately stoked the silken hair cascading over one slim shoulder. "If you will insist on taking part in this, then rest assured that I shall be there to protect and care for you. By my sword no harm shall come upon you for as long as I stand."
Armir laughed. "Diola lle, Astalder (thank you, valiant one) But your sword has already been pledged to the Ring Bearer. Frodo is the person most valuable this journey." she reminded him. "Please, do not bother nor distract yourself for my sake."
Aragorn laughed with her. "You think not that I can guard you both?" He paused, his blue eyes twinkling somewhat mischievously. "Or is it because you would rather Prince Legolas be the one to defend you?"
"Aragorn!" Armir exclaimed, rather shocked as she whirled around to stare at him. "Speak not of such things! What could have ever placed such thoughts in your head? "
The man just smiled, looking at her straight in the eye. "He seems especially fond of you, Armir." he told her gently. "I have noticed the way his eyes gaze upon you. It is very much unlike the way he regards other elf-maidens."
A tell-tale blush was beginning to creep across the Armir's milky white cheek. She turned away quickly so Aragorn would not see, and then scolded herself mentally for the queer feeling that was growing in her chest.
"Nonsense." she said aloud as resolutely as she could, avoiding her friend's amused and scrutinizing gaze. "I am sure a fine looking prince such as Legolas would have had much experience with the ladies by now."
"I do not believe so." Aragorn countered. "Legolas' heart belongs to adventure and to the wild. He shows no interest in even the loveliest of maidens." He smirked. "That is, until he met you."
Armir groaned, still refusing to meet his eye. "Aragorn, please. . . "
"You cannot deny that he interests you." Aragorn pointed out slyly.
Armir bit her lip hesitantly, then shook her head. "You are such a tease." she grumbled. "At least that much has not changed in you."
Laughing, Aragorn came close to give her a hug. "You know I am only watching out for you, Seleramin (my sister)." he assured her warmly. "I hear you have been fervently courted by many a prince and lord from all the Elven kingdoms, yet you would surrender your affection to none of them."
"None have true love in their hearts for me." Armir said softly. "Why then must I grant them anything?"
"Wise words." Aragorn agreed. For a moment he fell silent as he gazed upon the lovely face of the maiden before him. He had not been mistaken in his earlier statement when he said she had changed. Armir was like a tender young rose that had burst into full bloom. His little seler had grown up into an elf-lady, and an astonishingly beautiful one at that. It did not surprise him that her heart and hand were sought by many. He could not blame Legolas for falling under her spell.
A slight frown then replaced the amused smile on Aragorn's lips as he realized something. Armir's irresistible beauty and virginal innocence all the more made this journey a treacherous one for her. He shuddered to think what orcs and corrupt men would do with her should she fall into their lecherous, perverse arms.
But she will not, the Ranger reminded himself determinedly. He would face death first before he would allow sinful hands to take Armir. He will keep a close watch on her. And if for some reason he became unable. . .
Aragorn let out a soft chuckle. He was quite sure the Mirkwood Prince will never let his eyes stray from the lovely Armir.
Armir poked his arm playfully. "Why do you laugh now?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips as she glared up at him.
Aragorn planted an loving kiss on the top of her head. "Nothing." he fibbed, then took her hand in his. "Come. If you are ready, I have yet to introduce you to the rest of the Fellowship."
* * *
Legolas stared up at the large portrait hanging in one of the less frequented halls of Elrond's house. It was the picture of an incredibly beautiful and graceful elf-maiden with raven hair, hazel eyes and a stunning smile.
"This was painted by one of Elladan's Ranger friends many years ago. It was meant to be a gift." Elrond said softly from behind him. "My son took one look at it and then ordered it away from his sight. Only recently have I brought it out from storage and placed it here, for Armir's benefit."
"She looks so much like her." Legolas whispered, referring to the maiden in the portrait.
Elrond smiled. "Armir inherited almost everything from her, save her father's eyes and strong chin." He chuckled lightly. "And, of course, his impossible stubbornness."
Legolas turned to face the elf-lord. "It must be difficult for Elladan to see Armir now that she has grown into a young lady."
Elrond nodded grimly. "Which is why he had not been home since she was but a few years old. He has dedicated his energies more to the Rangers than to his own daughter." he said with a shake of his head. "He cannot stand the sight of Armir. She brings back too many painful memories of Nurréien."
"A pity." Legolas murmured thoughtfully. "What happened?"
Elrond sighed, then began to relate the story. "Elladan first met Nurréien during one of his rescue expeditions with the Rangers. She, along with some other elves, had been captured by orcs and taken to the Misty Mountains. Elladan was the one who saved her from being ravaged, and it was love at first sight."
"Nurréien was a wandering elf. Much of her past was unknown, even to herself." A slightly amused smile crossed the Rivendell lord's face. "He knew nothing about her-except for her name and the fact that she grew up in Lorien-but by Valar, Elladan loved her immensely. I am told he worshipped the very ground she treaded upon."
Legolas' brow furrowed. "You are told? You mean to say you have never seen her yourself?" he inquired.
Elrond shook his head in regret. "Elladan and she were on their way home to be married, here in Rivendell. Along the way they were attacked by orcs, and my son was unable to save his beloved a second time." he said gloomily. "That was only days after Armir was born. I was delivered only my granddaughter, and was never able to meet her mother."
Legolas felt sympathy cut through him. "Such tragedy." he murmured, bowing his head sadly for a moment. When he looked back up, he asked his next question. "You have then never uncovered Nurréien's origin?"
Elrond's face seemed to brighten slightly at that. "Actually, we have. Upon my inquiry I was informed by Lady Galadriel that Nurréien's grandmother was, in fact, Amarie of the Vanyar."
Legolas paused, struggling to recall the familiar name. "Amarie. . ." he mused. "You speak of your kinsman Finrod's lover?" He looked confused. "But I thought they parted ways when Finrod went to Exile. They never had the chance to start a life together."
Elrond's eyes gleamed mysteriously. "You are correct on both counts."
The younger elf stared at him in puzzlement for a few seconds, before realization dawned upon his face. "A virginal birth." he whispered in wonder and disbelief.
"Yes. A child conceived out of pure love and desire between the souls of two lovers. It is a rare occurrence, and a very special gift " Elrond said. "That was how Amarie's son was born. He then married a Lorien elf and had Nurréien." He shrugged. "This strange history, I suppose, best explains why Armir has turned out to be such a blessed child. Her lineage is shrouded in enchantment."
For a while Legolas could not speak. In the past he had heard many rumors about Elven virgins giving birth to unfathered children, but he had always dismissed them to be old wives' tales. From the moment he saw Armir he knew she there was something special about her. Now he was finding out why, and he was certain this discovery about her past was just the beginning of many more to come.
"Legolas," Elrond said, cutting into his thoughts. "Armir means a great deal. Not just to me, but to her people."
"I know that, my Lord." Legolas said quickly. "And I do understand why it is so."
The elf-lord turned away and began to walk down the hall, and Legolas followed. "This quest on which she about to embark will be very harsh both on her body and spirit." he said grimly. "Though she will strive not to show it, once she steps out of Rivendell she will begin to feel terrified and homesick. She is not accustomed to being away from home so far and for so long."
Elrond turned his head towards Legolas and gazed upon him seriously. "She will need you, Legolas."
The elf looked genuinely surprised. "I, Master Elrond?"
"Of course. As a fellow elf, you would be the closest thing she can regard as kindred." Elrond told him. "She will be drawn to you for comfort and will look to you when in need."
"And I shall give it to her, my lord." Legolas assured him resolutely. "You may trust that I will never leave her in sadness or wanting."
"Thank you." Elrond sighed. "I have faith that Aragorn too will do everything in his power to care for her. He loves Armir like a sister. Yet his obligation, first and foremost, is to Frodo. He cannot stray from that commitment."
He paused once again. "Therefore I must ask you, son of Thranduil. Protect my little Armir for me. She is no warrior; she cannot and will never hurt a soul. If caught in a battle without anyone to fight for her, she will surely perish."
"She will not." Legolas said immediately and almost fiercely. The mere thought of Armir getting hurt already aroused much protective feelings in him. "Upon my honor no harm shall ever come upon her."
Elrond smiled. "That is precisely what I wish to hear, Legolas. You have my eternal gratitude."
Legolas hesitated. "Might you permit a question then, my lord?" he said slowly.
"Certainly."
"I question not your judgment nor your great wisdom," Legolas began tentatively. "But if Armir is so dear to you and to the people of Rivendell, then. . . why do you send her away so freely? Why is it so necessary for her to make the trip to Mordor?"
At these words, Elrond slowed his walk and gradually stopped in his tracks. He faced the Mirkwood prince slowly, and was silent for a moment as if considering his answer. Finally, he raised his stern eyes to look at Legolas straight at the face.
"Because without her, the Fellowship and the quest will surely fail. . . and Middle Earth will face its doom."
* * *
"Aragorn!"
At the sound of his name, the dark haired man turned around and saw a tall blond elf making his way towards him. He smiled as his friend came close.
"Legolas!" he greeted in return. "How was your meeting with Master Elrond? I trust he has explained everything, and you are no longer quite so out of the know."
Legolas grinned. "Yes, I think perhaps now I am even more in the know than you are, my friend. . . for once." he joked.
Aragorn raised his eyebrows. "And what is that supposed to mean?"
Legolas waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing." he said, then gazed around them. "Where is Armir? There is something I must tell her."
"Yonder, at the courtyard, getting acquainted with the hobbits." Aragorn replied. A glimmer of naughtiness flashed across his face. "Why? What is it that you have to tell her?"
"That is between her and myself." Legolas retorted, as he tried to get around the man and take his leave.
Aragorn caught his arm. "You are attracted to her, are you not Legolas?" he whispered conspiratorially but seriously.
The sudden gravity of his tone and face caused Legolas to freeze in his tracks, though somewhat reluctantly. Knowing it he could never lie nor hide anything from his friend, the elf shrugged.
"Perhaps." he answered as casually as he could.
"Be mindful of your feelings. She is very unlike the other maidens you are accustomed to. She is barely more than a child, and is a mild spirit at that." Aragorn warned him.
"Yes, I know this." Legolas said impatiently, and tried to get past him again.
"Legolas. All I am saying is that you should be careful. Maidens as lovely and pure as Armir are like the first buds of spring-they are very delicate and must be regarded with much prudence." Aragorn told him solemnly.
Legolas felt a rush of offense in him. "What is it that you are trying to express, Aragorn?" he said testily. "Do you imply that I might somehow hurt Armir?"
"No my friend." Aragorn responded calmly, meeting the elf's upset gaze head on. "My fear is that she might hurt you."
And with that he turned and walked away, leaving Legolas too caught in his surprise to even ask him what he had meant.
* * *
He felt her presence even before she had the chance to call his name. Masking his heavily growing heart with a strained smile, Elrond turned to face his granddaughter as she stepped out into the balcony from behind him.
A pair of eyes as blue and clear as Bruinen's waters stared back at him. "Legolas said you wished to speak to me, my lord." she said softly, approaching him.
Elrond nodded, and gestured for her to come closer. "Yes. Has everyone in the Fellowship put his things in order?" he asked gently.
"We have, Minyaatar." Armir whispered, lowering her eyes. "We are ready to leave."
Elrond held out an arm to her, and she moved beneath its warm embrace.
"Then it is time." Elrond said, fighting to keep his voice clear and steady despite the hardening lump in his throat. "You must be off now, before it becomes too dark to travel. At least a ten mile journey must be finished before camping for the night."
There was a stilled silence after these words. Then, a moment later, a soft sob.
Elrond looked down at the face that suddenly buried against his chest. His own heart wrenched at the sight of her tears.
"Armir, why do you cry?" he asked her gently, stroking her soft hair lovingly. "Now is not the time for you to weep. You must be strong."
"I do not wish to leave you, Minyaatar." Armir whimpered. "I shall miss you too much."
"As shall I, Melamin." Elrond murmured, hugging her close. "But we have talked about this, remember?" He patted her back tenderly. "Of course, if you feel that you must change your mind now, you have only to say so."
Armir lifted her tearful gaze to look up at him. "I cannot." she said sadly. "I know how important this is to you, Grandfather. To everyone. Though my heart should break at my doing so, I have to leave."
"Then go without fear nor doubt." Elrond told her firmly. "You are strong, Armir. You can face this, and defeat all of your demons. Have faith."
The elf-lord held her chin as he stared down at his grandchild's tear- streaked face. "I have already asked Legolas to watch over you and take special care of you. If you should ever need anything at anytime, go to him." he instructed her. "As one of our brothers, he can give you comfort should you feel a longing for home or Elven company." His gaze hardened into one that was both stern and pleading. "Do not leave his side for even a second, do you understand? You must promise me this, child."
"I promise, Minyaatar." Armir said softly, wiping away the last of her tears with the back of her hand.
Elrond smiled wistfully, once again struck with much pride at how brave his little granddaughter was being. He took her hands in his and squeezed them gently. He kissed her cheek and stepped back.
"Then I guess. . . this is goodbye."
The two of them looked upon each other for the last time, both holding back their tears, both struggling to hide the pain eating them up inside. They wished they could console their aching hearts with words, with assurances that they will see each other again.
But they knew the truth-that this moment was most likely the very last time they shall ever lay eyes upon each other.
"Namaarie, Minyaatar."
With those parting words, Master Elrond's only grandchild spun on her heel and made her way out of the balcony and away from his sight, moving as fast as she could before she lost all resolve to leave behind the only father she ever knew.
* * *
Armir brushed away yet another errant tear that had managed to escape her eyes and slide down her cheek. No matter how hard she tried, she could not keep them from falling. The sorrow that was crushing her heart was beginning to be too much for her to bear.
The maiden pulled the hood of her traveling cloak closer around her face as she kept up with the brisk pace of her companions as they made their way towards the bridge leading out of home. Ahead of her, she could see Aragorn and the wizard Gandalf heading their party. Following behind them were Frodo and his hobbit friends Samwise, Merry, and Pippen. After the hobbits and directly in front of her was the stern man of Gondor Boromir, walking alongside Gimli the dwarf. Several paces behind her was Legolas who, aside from being her specially assigned protector, was also serving as the group's rearguard.
Armir, for the most part, was alone, but as of the moment that really was how she would rather have it anyway. She did not want any of the Fellowship to see how weepy and weak she was being. It would take a while before her initial pain would subside and she would be able to face them again.
At last they came to the bridge. Armir held her breath as they made their way across, trying in vain not to look back at what she was leaving behind. Still, she was unable to help herself as her eyes eventually strayed back for one final, desperate glance at the one and only home she had ever known her whole life. Her spirit threatened to rip apart with sadness as her eyes drank in its beauty and purity, with the stinging knowledge that she may never return to that place again. For a brief moment she felt the sudden urge to abandon her resolve and just turn back.
Just as she truly felt she was going to break down in uncontrollable sobs, a snug arm slid around her shoulders and pulled her against a warm and comforting chest.
Armir looked up in surprise and was met by the tender gaze of Prince Legolas, who was looking down at her with sympathy and understanding. He spoke not a word, yet in his caring eyes, she found all the consolation and assurance needed to calm her suffering.
The maiden let out a shaky sigh and closed her eyes, allowing her weary head to rest against the base of Legolas' neck. The elf in turn tightened his gentle hold, pulling her closer to him as they continued to walk behind the others in silence.
* * *
A thundering of hooves signaled the arrival of riders entering his abode. Elrond rose from where he sat in his bedroom and stepped out into the balcony to gaze outside. Sure enough, two horsemen clad in identical gray cloaks came riding through the gates. The pair was immediately welcomed by a throng of attendants and stable hands.
Elladan and Elrohir have finally returned.
Elrond watched the faces of his two sons as they dismounted their steeds. He had not seen them for over fifty years, yet time has not seem to have changed them. Both still appeared as strong and spirited as they had been in their last meeting. Though dressed in coarse tunics and smeared with dirt from their travels, their Elven beauty remained defined and unmarred.
He saw one of the twins address the nearest servant with a question. It was Elladan.
"Where is the Master?"
"I do believe he is up in his chamber, my lord." the servant answered with a humble bow.
Elladan nodded his thanks, then immediately spun on his heel and marched toward the house with Elrohir following right behind him.
With a heavy sigh, Elrond moved away from his balcony back inside. He already knew what has brought his wandering sons back to Rivendell so suddenly. Judging from the scowl he had seen on his face, he also knew that the word Elladan wished to have with him was not going to be a pleasant one.
"Father?" A gentle voice from behind him caused the elf-lord to turn his head.
Arwen stood at the doorway of his bedroom, her azure gaze filled with concern.
"Elladan and Elrohir have arrived." she said softly, gracefully making her way across the room to her father's side. She placed a hand on his arm.
"I am aware." Elrond murmured, offering his beloved daughter a slight smile. "They should be here to see me any moment now."
Arwen's eyes stared up at him with worry. "I can sense his pain. . . his anger." she whispered.
Elrond nodded grimly. "We cannot blame him for having such feelings. But now that he is home, perhaps he can be made to understand. He has to understand."
"Father!"
The booming voice immediately brought the attention of both father and child to the doorway. Sure enough there stood Elladan, his handsome face swathed in panic and his entire form shaking with agitation.
"I hurried home as quickly as I could the moment I received the news." he said breathlessly, throwing aside all etiquette of proper greetings. "Where is she?" he demanded, staring around him frantically as if he expected Armir to be hiding somewhere in the room. "Where is my little girl?"
Elrond slowly stepped towards his troubled son. "You are too late, Elladan. She is already gone." he told him.
At these words Elladan faced him abruptly, his face suddenly turning pale. His eyes clouded over with denial and slowly growing resentment. For a moment he seemed too stunned to make the slightest sound.
"Gone?" he whispered in dismay, as though the word was too painful to utter.
Elrond nodded, feeling a sharp pain in his own heart at the sight of his eldest child's anguish. "She left with the Fellowship nearly a fortnight ago."
"Father, how could you?" the elf shouted, his trembling voice rising dangerously. "You had no right!"
"Elladan!" Arwen gasped, quite scandalized with the way Elladan was speaking to their sire. Never in her life has she seen or imagined her good-natured brother displaying such wrath and lack of respect.
Mannerly elves never raised their voices, especially not to their elders. Elladan's fury was driving him to act like a barbarian, but Elrond felt no displeasure with his son. . . only pity.
"Forgive me for not being able to notify you sooner." Elrond said quietly, meeting his son's furious glare evenly. "There was simply no time. I had decided to send her at the last minute, and they had to leave for their quest soon after."
"She is MY daughter!" Elladan roared, ignoring his father's explanations. "I should have at least been given the right to share in the decision. But you did not even grant me the chance to bid her goodbye!"
"Brother, calm yourself." Elrohir suddenly spoke up from where he stood beside his sister. "Mind your words. You go too far."
Elladan whirled around to face his twin. "Calm myself?" he growled. "Armir has been sent away without my consent to the most dangerous place in Middle Earth. I may never see her again. Do not tell me to be calm!"
"What did you want Father to do, Elladan?" Arwen said with a shake of her head, her kind tone piercing through her brother's rage. "Armir was a companion necessary in the Fellowship. As much as it hurt him to let her go, he was given no choice."
"Armir is just a child." Elladan muttered bitterly. "What could have been so important that she had to join them?"
"If you had only been around to see her grow up, Elladan, then maybe you would know why." Elrond said gravely. His stern eyes flashed with reproach. "But you left her. You have not the right to be angry now that she has left you."
His words stung his son like a sword to the heart. There were seconds of tense silence in the room as Elladan stood frozen, staring at his father through eyes flooding with a tangle of emotions. At last, the distraught elf turned around and stormed out of the room.
Elrond sighed. His poor son. He should have known the callousness of the truth would be too much for him to handle.
"Stay here. I will take care of this." the elf-lord told the bewildered Elrohir and Arwen before making his own exit.
As he stepped out of his chamber, Elrond immediately caught sight of Elladan, who had not gone far. He was standing in front of a large window down the hall, staring out into the courtyard in tormented silence.
Slowly Elrond approached his injured son. Elladan refused to look up or pay him attention even as he came near. For a while the father and son merely stood beside each other, allowing the quiet to soothe both their distressed spirits.
"Elladan." Elrond finally said, reaching out to touch the elf's shoulder. "Amin hiraetha. (I am sorry)."
At last, Elladan turned his gaze to his father. The moment their eyes met, Elrond glimpsed into his son's soul and saw all the built-up emotions that were hurting him so much-frustration, shame, self-pity, mourning, and above all, overwhelming regret.
The elf-lord could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he forced them away quickly. He has never shown weakness in front of his children. . . he was not about to start now.
The tears in Elladan's eyes however, spilled over the moment he felt his father's caring hand upon his shoulder. As he started to cry he felt himself being taken into Elrond's comforting, forgiving embrace, and together they grieved the departure of their beloved Armir.
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COMING UP. . . Chapter 3 - Guardian
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