Title: Bound by Desire
Part : 3/5
Author : Swilite
Rating: R
Pairings : Aragorn/Legolas, Boromir/Legolas, Implied Boromir/Aragorn
Warnings : Slash, non-con, bondage, slavery, character death
Disclaimer : I don't own anything, it's just a fantasy we all share. Don't sue. All characters are wonderful figments of Tolkien's imagination.
PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. If ANY of these themes bother you, do not read this story. I cannot emphasize it enough.
----------------------This chapter contains extreme slashyness, and rape. This is the chapter most of these warnings are for. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. If you hate me by the end of this chapter, it's your own fault. I warned you. Frequently.
If you intend to proceed, please take this moment to gather tissues, chainsaws, and any other essential items you may need in order to cope.
--------------------------The next day we began our travel early. The sun had hardly rose above the horizon before Boromir signaled that we move out.
Legolas, for his part, looked none the worse for the wear. To any who did not know what had taken place the night prior he would have seemed only slightly hesitant, and it seemed as if I was the only one who saw how tense he became when one of the guards approached him or how he flinched when they touched him. It was easy to single out those who had participated in Legolas' degradation the night prior, they spoke to each other in hushed voices and watch the elf out of the corner of they're eyes, smirking in satisfaction. For my part, I was surprised at how capable I was of controlling my rage.
We rested once around noon, allowing the horses a small chance to rest as we ate. As I had promised, I gave Legolas a portion of my food.
'Thank you,' he whispered quietly, the gratitude in his voice magnified tenfold in his eyes. I allowed a small smile to lift the corners of my lips before retreating, leaving Legolas to eat in solitude.
Our journey continued long past nightfall. Boromir, thrilled by the speed, ordered us to continue and shortly before dawn we reached Minas Tirith. The King pulled me aside as we dismounted, handing our horse's reins to holsters who had been notified of our arrival.
'Aragorn, I am assigning you the permanent task of caring for my new slave. Tonight he shall remain with you and tomorrow you shall array him properly and teach him proper etiquette. I shall then confront you with further instructions.' The King hid a yawn behind his hand and sighed in fatigue. I listened attentively and then nodded to show my comprehension.
The noose containing Legolas was given to me and I removed in instantly, quickly surveying his neck and marking the damage that had been done to the tender flesh. Much to my relief it appeared that the majority of the damage was superficial, but I did not waste time to examine it further.
Legolas followed me like a small shadow until we reached my quarters. I opened the door and waited for him to enter before following, closing the door behind us and listening to the sound echo in my silent chambers. The first room was my sleeping quarter. Legolas stood in it's center, illuminated by the glow of the moon streaming through one of the windows above the head of my bed. His hair fell across his face and I was unable to discern the emotions written there, but he did not stiffen when I stepped closer and raised a hand, laying it upon his shoulder and silently coaxing him to face me.
Legolas did as I bid, but did not raise his eyes to meet my gaze. I surveyed his body, noting the evident hunch in his shoulders before realizing that his hands were still bound. I pulled a dagger from it's sheath at my waist and cut the cord, allowing it to fall forgotten at our feet.
'Shall I set up a separate cot for you to sleep upon?' I questioned, my voice surprisingly quiet and gentle.
'Nay,' he replied, raising his gaze at last. 'I would feel much more comfortable if I were to bed with you tonight. If that is alright,' he added hurriedly. I smiled.
'Of course. You have no reason to be afraid, Legolas.' I kissed him gently and gathered his small body in my arms, depositing him on the edge of my bed. Legolas blushed at the treatment, but I could tell he enjoyed being coddled for he did not withdraw.
I shed my tunic and joined Legolas under the covers, pausing for a moment to admire his ethereal beauty. Legolas smiled as I wrapped an arm around his waist, willing pressing himself closer to me.
I closed my eyes and was on the verge of dreams when Legolas stirred, moving closer to me and pressing a gentle kiss on my parted him. His tongue flicked at the inside of my mouth and I opened my eyes.
'I know you are not asleep,' he whispered. 'Not when there are pressing matters to be dealt with.'
'What might those be?'
'Mainly my virginity. I do not wish for Boromir to be the first man to love me.'
If I felt any shard of fatigue, it vanished at those words. I watched Legolas, startled that he had made such a request. He blushed but did not divert his eyes. Instead, I was shocked to see a hint of pleading in their depth.
'Please, Aragorn,' he whispered. I could tell his request had not been made in jest, the truth in his face clarified any misgivings I might have felt. Desperation was clear on his visage and I could tell this was his final attempt for the emotions within him were I to say no would consume him.
I was no stranger to sexual gratification of any sort. A combination of my successful position at court and my nobility had left me feeling content and relived on more then one occasion, yet for some reason I balked at the thought of doing to Legolas what I had to many before. However, these emotions were of no surprise. I had been experiencing them since my discovery a few days prior that I loved the elf.
'Legolas-' I whispered, shaking my head in regret, but before I could continue he covered my mouth with his hand in surprising speed, halting the string of words he feared would come.
'Please Aragorn, do not deny me.' His eyes locked with mine and I was unable to refuse. For one fleeting moment, I saw him as few before ever had, his very soul barred. A turmoil of fear and desperation mixed within him, and he quickly turned his head away, leaving me to believe that he had not purposefully allowed such a slip in his defenses.
I kiss the palm of his hand that continued to cover my mouth, licking away the sweat and tasting it for the first time. I reached upwards and wrapped my fingers around his wrist, persistently pushing it away as I leaned forwards to cover the elf's mouth with my own. Legolas could tell he had won the battle, and now that he was assured that he would receive his desires he was eager to submit, leaving no question in either of our minds who would dominate that night.
Using my hands as well as my mouth I pushed him backwards until he lay reclined upon the bed, his head lifted as his neck arched as he fought to keep contact with my lips. I rested above him, propped by my elbows on either side of his head as I continued to kiss him passionately.
I broke our lip lock and moved my head downwards, trailing my tongue over his neck and reveling in the soft moans this produced. My hands quickly knocked the bedsheets towards our feet where they lay forgotten for the time being.
Although I was not overly eager to be gentle with my teeth, I left no marks Boromir would notice in the daylight. Legolas' hand came to rest at the back of my head, silently attempting to keep me from straying any farther, and I smiled kindly.
My fingers made quick work of the ties on Legolas' tunic, eagerly working to discard of the raiment that hid his glorious body from my eyes. Ignoring Legolas' hand, I dropped farther downwards, raising one hand and running my fingers through the evident dip beside his collar bone that appeared with each gasping breath he took. I caressed the skin, entranced by the sight of such perfection. No blemishes marred his beauty and desire rose within me.
Pressing chaste kisses along his chest I made my way to his nipples. They pebbled instantly as my mouth descended upon one and my fingers found the other. I took my time, sucking it into my mouth and nipping at it with my teeth, pulling more moans from his beautiful mouth. I then switched to the other side of his chest and took my time playing with that one until all I needed to do was blow gently and Legolas would arch up, gasping quietly.
Content with the manner the night was progressing, I travelled only as far as his navel before halting my downwards descent. I pushed my tongue into the small crevice and Legolas' body wreathed under my hands. No doubt, he had been unaware that that portion of his body could be the cause of such pleasure.
When I raised my head and straightened, rocking back onto my heels so I could have a perfect view of the beauty stretched before me, Legolas raised his head, making eye contact with me in question. I curled my fingers around his waistband and Legolas nodded, agreeing to my silent question. I peeled the final garment away inch by inch, my eyes widening in lust as his perfect body was displayed before me. A single moan passed through my constricted throat and by the time I was at his ankles my own breeches were feeling extremely confining.
As I worked, Legolas had quickly twisted out of what remained of his tunic, the garment lay in disorder upon the floor. He blushed slightly but in my current mood I did not take notice of his virgin shyness.
I began at his ankles, kissing the sensitive skin as I journeyed upwards to the insides of his knees. A small shudder passed through Legolas' lithe body, the muscles tensing under my fingers at the unfamiliar sensation of my stubble scrapping across bare skin. I reached the inside of his knee and pushed it upwards, hooking his leg around my shoulder. Without being asked, Legolas quickly did the same to the other leg.
I could feel his silver eyes watching me and raised my gaze, locking eyes with the youth. Legolas' gave me a small smile, his nervousness evident in the tremble of his body. I bowed my head, knowing that in few minutes such uncertainty could easily be replaced by lust.
What took place then was merely a prelude to the sin I would commit that night, and even I was shocked by how quickly Legolas' nervousness switched to unmistakable pleasure. His thighs tensed and his heels dug into my back while I pulled small moans from his mouth. I did not, however, bring him to completion yet, for only now did I have him in the state that I wanted him.
When I left the bed, his silver eyes followed me, watching me in silent question until I returned, a vile of oil in hand.
'What is that for?' Legolas asked quietly, but there was no fear in his voice.
'To prepare you. I do not want to hurt you.'
For the next while, I proceeded to show the elf exactly what I meant, loving him slowly and passionately. He watched me with wide eyes and through the entire experience I had no doubts that I had fully accomplished my promise of allowing no hurt to come to him. The love and compassion I felt at that moment were mirrored in his eyes, and I held him close as he gasped and writhed in my embrace, his face a display of ecstasy .
I could feel orgasm building within me and closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of Legolas' beautiful body moving under mine. I could hear his ragged breathing and feel the rapid rising and falling of his naked chest. I took one last thrust, pushing myself as far as physically possible into him, and stilled as my seed filled his insides. I moaned loudly, hanging my head.
Legolas came moments later, shouting my name to the heavens as liquid washed over my hand, covering his belly and staining my sheets. I collapsed beside him and he turned to face me, his breath warming my neck as I waited for the post-orgasmic thrill to subside.
'Aragorn,' he whispered, his voice rough. 'I love you.'
I smiled and turned my head so I was facing him, looking into those emotional silver eyes. Disengaging my arm from it's post around his body, I gently brushed his hair away from his face. 'I love you too, Legolas.'
I pressed a gentle kiss to his swollen lips but did not deepen it even when his lips parted and his tongue pressed against my own, seeking entrance. I gathered Legolas into my arms and sighed, feeling tired. Legolas nuzzled his head beneath my chin, relaxing in my embrace. By the time we were on the verge of dreams, the sun had already begun it's journey across the sky, signaling the arrival of a new day.
I awoke late in the afternoon, surprised by how fatigued I had been to sleep to such an hour. Legolas was still dreaming, his half-lidded eyes unfocused. I lay still for a few minutes, simply watching him, until my stomach began to protest the lack of food.
With a sigh of regret I left the bed, grabbing a pair of breeches and a simple tunic from my dresser. When I left, I was certain to lock the door behind me, for it would not do for a maid to enter my room to tidy it and find the King's conquest asleep nude in my bed.
I quickly sought out the kitchen, flirting with one of the cooks until she agreed to make a platter for me and my companion. With a wide smile and a small wink, I took the offered food.
My journey back to my quarters was interrupted by none other then the King. Boromir arrived, looking splendid in hues of deep red and silver. He looked orderly and immaculate, a complete comparison to my quick outfit. He smiled upon seeing my state.
'Did you oversleep again, Aragorn?' he teased, falling in step beside me and picking a sandwich from my arms.
'Of course,' I smiled.
He shook his head mockingly. 'Alas, Aragorn, what would my advisors say if they knew how little work you actually accomplished?'
'I accomplish plenty,' I replied, aware that I was being taunted. Boromir laughed at my response and draped his arm around my shoulders.
'Any my elf? How is he?'
'Recovering from the journey, my liege. He was still asleep when I left.'
The King sighed thoughtfully. 'He shall be present at the feast tonight.'
'A feast?' I blinked in surprise.
'Yes, a feast. To celebrate our return. If you did not sleep so perhaps you would be aware of the preparations.' Boromir chuckled. I shook my head, refusing the offered bait. 'Tell me about elves Aragorn,' he said thoughtfully.
I shrugged. 'I have not been in their company for many decades.'
'You have lived among them and spoke their language, did you not?'
I relented. 'They are a merry folk. They are gifted in combat, extremely agile, and immortal. They can die only in battle or from a broken heart.'
Boromir looked mildly surprised. 'An immortal heirloom? My brother is not worthy of my new conquest.'
'Surely you knew elves were immortal?' I asked, surprised by his statement.
Boromir shrugged. 'I have never met an elf, I did not know if the stories were true.' Boromir sighed, then continued as though I had not interrupted him. 'My brother does not see the beauty in a personal slave.'
'His values are different then your own, that does not mean that they are wrong.'
Boromir laughed. 'Noble Aragorn, you keep me entertained.'
By this point, we had reached the door to my chambers. Thankfully, Boromir bid me farewell and departed, leaving me in solitude when I opened the door and saw Legolas perched on the window sill, one leg drawn up to his chest and the other hanging loosely along the wall. At my arrival, he turned and smiled.
'I hoped you would return soon,' he said, pulling the bedsheet he bore tighter around his waist and leaving his post on the window. He approached me shyly and I wondered briefly if he had any misgivings about the night prior until he took the platter from my arms and set in on the ground, then wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me gently.
I returned his affection in delight until he pulled away, panting slightly. Twin spots of color decorated his cheeks and brushed the back of my fingers over them, watching the hue darken at my response.
Legolas sat on the edge of the bed as I retrieved the platter, pushing it insistently into his hands.
'Eat,' I told him, 'you must be famished.'
The next few hours were spent preparing for that night. Legolas was taken to the fitters and measured, then given appropriate clothing. As the King's personal slave, he was required to dress to please his master, but not to offend any who's rank was above his. After staring at the elf for an unnecessarily long time, the fitter decided upon a sage tunic hemmed with silver and tan leggings.
Hours later we made our way towards the great hall, or towards impending doom as Legolas believed. He was pale and clammy, visibly frightened, and my soft words did naught to calm him. He looked splendid in the chosen ensemble and at first I had wondered if perhaps he was dressed to richly for his rank, then decided it was not the clothes that made him look kingly, 'twas he that accented the clothes.
A long table was set up at the head of the hall. The king's tall backed chair noticeable from every seat. Beside him was a lower chair that I knew to be for Legolas, and aside that was my own. I brushed my hand against his in encouragement and he gave me a shaky smile.
We reached our seats and though I sat, I told Legolas to stand until his master bid him do otherwise. He did so, his hands resting on the back of the seat and his eyes downcast. At last Boromir entered and everyone fell silent as the King crossed the hall, his eyes fixed on the immortal. His gaze flickered to me momentarily and he gave me an approving smile, then took his seat and talk was resumed.
Legolas sat after Boromir. I cast a curious glance in his direction, but his time in silence had not been wasted and he had composed himself amazingly. When he felt the King's eyes upon him, he even had the courage to meet Boromir's gaze.
I placed my hand on Legolas' thigh and he gave a small sigh of thanks, then rested his hand upon my own. Perhaps the only indication of his nervousness was his clammy palm, clamped tightly around my own fingers.
When servers brought the food, the meal began. I took what I pleased, filling my plate until I was content, but Legolas was unable to have that luxury. He was served a portion of whatever his master took, eating in silence without letting go of my hand.
As the meal progressed, chatter was renewed but I preferred to listen rather then speak. Tonight, I only listened with half an ear as Boromir spoke of the affairs we had missed, for the remainder of my attention was on Legolas. He had not spoken since entering the hall, but I could hardly fault him for it was as Boromir had wanted him trained. He could not speak unless spoken to, and nobody had yet questioned him.
Callused knuckles brushed my fingers and I jumped in shock, for Legolas' free hand was resting on my own. I looked up, knowing who's hand it had been. As predicted, Boromir was rested his chin in one hand, his elbow propped on the table, and the other was beneath the folds of the table cloth, as though resting in his lap. I pulled my hand away quickly and Legolas' followed, halting my withdraw at his side and twining our fingers. He cast a disbelieving look at Boromir, but the King pretended to be attentive in listening to his advisors.
Legolas swallowed nervously and shifted in his seat, gripping my hand tighter. I gave his hand a small squeeze and looked away, unable to watch the reddening of his cheeks or the manner his chest moved when his breathing quickened. I heard a small sound escape the confines of his throat and looked over at Boromir, who was now watching Legolas with a confident smile. His arm moved and Legolas' eyes fluttered ever so slightly, but Boromir did not miss the reaction. His smile widened and Legolas gripped my hand until I had no feeling left in my fingers.
With his free hand, Boromir reached over, cupping Legolas' chin and turning his head until they were face to face, then moved his head closer and pressed his lips to Legolas'.
I am certain that Legolas stopped breathing entirely when Boromir claimed his mouth, I know for a fact that I did. When the King withdrew he pulled in a shaky gasp, but could not divert his gaze for Boromir's hand still held his chin. The King gave him a smile and a quick wink, then withdrew completely and returned to his discussion with his advisors who were watching his interaction with his slave in mild surprise.
Legolas gave a small sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, leaving the remainder of his food untouched.
After the feast, the tables were pushed aside and room cleared so we could socialize. Boromir took a seat on one of the couches lining the walls and pulled Legolas down beside him, wrapping his arm around Legolas' waist and running his hands along the elf's slim sides. Fortunately, that was as far as his advances went.
At this point, Prince Faramir approached me, looking sullen.
'What ails you, my friend?' I asked him, watching him in concern.
Faramir shook his head. ' 'Tis Boromir's slave. I do not agree with the elf's captivity, he does not deserve what Boromir has planned for him. Is it not true that elves vanish if they are taken against their will?'
I looked at the Prince in surprise. I was not aware of his study of elves. At last, I nodded slowly. 'Yes. You have heard correctly.'
Faramir sighed. 'It is a fate that the elf does not deserve. He has done naught wrong.'
We stood in silence for a long moment, watching Boromir's advances on his new consort.
At last, I gave a deep sigh. 'Come, let us speak of lighter topics. How did Gondor fare in my absence?'
As the evening was drawing to a close and Boromir stood, signaling for me to approach. I did so, raising an eyebrow in question.
'Take my elf to my chambers and remain with him until I arrive, I will try not to be delayed.'
I nodded and Legolas stepped beside me, his eyes downcast. I placed a hand on his arm and urged him to move, leading him outside the hall. We traveled the stone corridors until I halted and pulled him into the shadows.
Legolas looked up at me in surprise when I pushed him back against the wall, brushing his hair out of his face and looking into his eyes in concern.
'Are you alright?' I asked him.
Legolas nodded slightly.
I brushed my hand against his cheek, watching him through sorrow filled eyes. I knew what Boromir had planned, and felt my heart shatter at the knowledge.
Legolas took my hand in his own and raised it to his lips, kissing my knuckles in reassurance.
'I hold no grudge against him, for had he not enslaved me I would never have met you, a scenario much more grievous to that which now presents itself to me.' He gave me a small smile and pulled me back into the lighted corridor.
'Do not risk exposing our relationship when there may be prying eyes,' he scolded teasingly.
We arrived at Boromir's quarters and I opened the door, allowing Legolas entrance. He sat on the edge of the King's bed, his feet crossed at the ankles and his hands clasped in his lap.
Our entrance was not a moment to soon, for as soon as the door was closed behind us we heard the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Boromir entered, his eyes landing momentarily on me before darting to Legolas. The elf raised his eyes, watching Boromir as he approached.
'Thank you Aragorn,' he said, 'my elf looks splendid.'
Legolas tensed and I could tell he was insulted by the manner in which Boromir spoke of him, but I cast a quick warning glance in his direction and his stance softened. I did not reply, for even if I had it would have gone unheard as Boromir pulled Legolas to his feet. Legolas gasped, surprised by the sudden movement, and the King claimed his mouth possessively, sampling what was his to taste and enjoy.
After a few antagonizing minutes, he pulled away, ordering Legolas to undress. Legolas' face paled as his fingers fumbled with the ties to his tunic, his hands shaking so badly he could hardly get his fingers to respond.
I turned away, trying to ignore the wave of sickness that I felt. After taking a moment to compose myself, I walked towards the door.
'Aragorn,' the King's voice halted me in mid step and I turned my head, wondering for what purpose he had called me. 'You need not depart.'
'Excuse me?' I asked, certain that I had misunderstood.
'I want you to remain. Perhaps you may even take initiative to join us.'
'I have no desire to see you nude, my liege,' I half teased, attempting to lighten the mood.
Boromir smirked and stepped closer to me. 'You already have.'
I blanched, surprised by his new angle of attack. My surprise, however, quickly morphed into anger when I caught the hurt expression on Legolas' face. 'What happened between us was an object of lust, and no more. Do not try to rekindle feelings that never existed.' I used my superior height to intimidate him, and he stepped backwards in surprise when I advanced.
I should have known better then to intimidate him, however. Boromir's eyes narrowed as the color rose in his face.
'You are not permitted to leave,' he commanded. I considered refusing, but even I would not deny a royal command. I hooked the leg of a chair situated close to me with my foot and pulled it forwards, crossing my arms before my chest and leaning back in the seat.
Instead of seeking retribution on me, the King directed his anger at an easier source. Legolas was caught unaware when Boromir spun to face him, then raised on hand and slapped him forcefully. The momentum of the blow caused Legolas to topple backwards onto the bed and he raised one hand, placing his palm against his cheek while he regarded Boromir with wide eyes.
Boromir undressed quickly, and I turned my head, fighting the bile that rose in my throat. Boromir's clothes joined Legolas' in a pile on the floor and he crawled onto the bed. Legolas shivered and backed away, trying to retreat from his inevitable fate. I breathed deeply, clenching my shaking fists as Legolas' back hit the cold surface of the headboard, ending his withdrawal. Boromir took one of the elf's wrists and held it up to the headboard, securing it in place with a leather sash that rested on the bedside table. Legolas twisted his wrist, his eyes fearful as the King repeated the action on his other hand.
Boromir smiled and Legolas paled. The King grabbed his waist in both hands and pulled him downwards, successfully pulling him onto the Boromir's lap, one graceful leg bent on either side on Boromir's body. The King paused for a moment, his eyes taking in the view of the elf completely at his mercy before his hand found Legolas' hips and rotated them, allowing him to enter the elf without preparation or warning in one smooth thrust.
The cry that tore from Legolas' throat was a sound I would never forget. His back arched completely off the bed and his hand strained at his bonds, his head barely touching the pillow below it. Boromir gave a low moan and paused for the merest breath, then used both hands to push Legolas back down and withdrew, only to thrust back in with as much ruthlessness as before. The first hint of tears appeared on the elf's dark lashes and I blinked rapidly to clear my own vision.
Boromir closed his eyes, unwilling to look upon the pain he was causing. His sole intention the pleasure he was receiving. His hands gripped Legolas' hips, nails digging into the soft skin, and pulled Legolas to meet him.
The rape, for no such coupling can be called sex, continued long past the point of bearable for both Legolas and myself. The elf's body trembled violently and he had stopped struggling, his energy long past spent. Hate is a dangerous emotion, and there are no words to explain how it feels to watch one you love suffering such treatment. I believe that the only reason I did nothing to halt Boromir's onslaught was because I was physically unable, shock and desperation consumed me and my body would not listen to my mind, no matter how loudly it screamed that what I was watching was wrong.
The King paused and bowed his head. Sweaty locks obscured his face from my vision and his back rose and fell with each panting breath he took. One hand reached between his body and that of the elf's to grasp Legolas in his callused palm, causing the elf to flinch away from the unwanted touch.
Eventually, Boromir's ministrations had the effect the King desired. Legolas whimpered and shook his head to clear it from the unwanted pleasure that coursed through his body, and Boromir chuckled at the elf's response. A small moan passed Legolas' lips and the pain in my heart nearly caused it to stop. To hear Boromir forcing the sounds from the elf that Legolas gave to me so eagerly the night prior was more then I could bear.
The King resumed his movement and I closed my eyes. The final image I saw was Legolas, his head reclined against the pillow and his body molded to accommodate Boromir's length. His golden hair lay in disarray, and above his head his wrists were chaffed and bleeding from the tight sash, his fingers turning purple at the lack of blood. Before long, Legolas gave a cry of despair that signalled his release and Boromir followed shortly afterwards with a deep moan. The room smelt of sex, and my stomach churned, threatening to empty it's contents.
I pried my eyes open, turning to face the image of the spent pair. Legolas was crying freely, his body shaking with silent sobs while his master rested on his prone form, uncaring of how difficult it must be for Legolas to breath while supporting such a heavy weight. After a moment, without relieving the elf of his burden, Boromir turned his head to face me.
'Aragorn,' he said in a husky voice, 'you are dismissed.'
I jumped to my feet and nearly fell to the ground when my shaky legs refused to support my weight. Quickly, I grasped the chair I had been sitting upon until I could stand by myself, then left out of the room without so much as a backwards glance. I hurried to my own quarters where I shed tears for the first time in well over a decade.
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