A/N: I own nothing, as always.

***Chapter 15***

**Deirdre's POV**

Another day of traveling down the Anduin river, with no visible sign that we were actually moving, simply the endless passing of forest by means of unchanging river. Honestly, I almost wished there was an orc attack or something, just to break up the boredom. I shared the paddling with Saffy today, considering my arms were rather sore from the day before.

Another night of gathering firewood so that Sam could make dinner and relaxing a little before night fell and danger became more prominent. Fortunately, tonight was my turn for watch. That broke up the repetitive cycle a little, although paying attention for any signs of danger for four hours straight was the most entertaining thing either. Once again I sang Frodo to sleep, only this time he slept in his bedroll alone. It seemed that over my time in Middle Earth, my hearing and sight had drastically improved. So instead of having to focus all my attention of making sure that we were going to be attacked in the middle of the night, I could do other things as well. It was times like these that I wished I could do some handicraft of some kind, like knitting. That would be something to do all night while keeping watch.

But today was a good day, Frodo had eaten three meals and was even resting rather well. I was feeling rather proud of myself for making him take care of himself, especially since it looked like it was working.

Halfway through the night, my watch came to an end. My replacement was going to be Gimli, which meant that I had to face the dangers of waking a dwarf who had a tendency to sleep with his axe. This did not bode well for me. Luckily, sitting next to the fire was a few unburnt branches that we had gathered. I picked one of the branches up, it wasn't long enough for me to poke him with, as I would still be within range of his axe. But since there was no one sleeping within range of him, I could throw the branch at him and rouse him that way.

I came within a few feet of Gimli, lining the branch up to throw at him. Just as I was about to release the twig, I heard the sound of footstep coming up behind me. I spun around brandishing the stick as a weapon, only to be faced with Legolas.

"Attempting to wake the dwarf?" he questioned with a smile.

"Yes, but I'm not dumb enough to go near him." I told him, smiling back.

"Leave him lie." Legolas said, confusing me. He must have noticed my expression as he continued. "I can take his watch. I am already awake, after all."

I nodded my head, only to have my face form into a pout just after I agreed. He raised an eyebrow at my expression.

"But then I can't curl up with you to sleep." I pouted.

"Well, you can if I sit down for my watch. As long as I don't fall asleep or get too distracted, it shouldn't be a problem."

I smirked at him, he grabbed my hand and led me over to where his bedroll had been set up. Mine was right next to his, he pulled mine over right next to his and sat down. Then, grabbing my hand, I was pulled down into his lap.

"I can't make any promises about not distracting you." I told him, shifting my legs so that I was now straddling his waist.

"Well, perhaps remembering that there are other people around will help you to restrain yourself from distracting me?" he offered.

"Not exactly sure." I said, punctuating my sentence with a bite to his neck. He gasped as I did this. "I am a bit of an exhibitionist."

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh. You get a little more of a thrill from kissing people in front of others."

I continued to place kisses intermixed with bites about his neck. From my place on his lap, I could feel him hardening. I ground a little against him, earning another gasp.

"I don't think that this is the best way to keep watch." He said, causing me to huff.

"Maybe we should wake Gimli, so that we can head off into the woods then." I suggested, continuing my assault on his neck.

"As lovely as that sounds," he began, interrupted by a sigh as I sucked on his neck. "We both have to wake up in the morning. We need to be rested if we are to paddle the boats."

I made a noise of displeasure, pulling back from his neck to show him my pout. He gave me a sympathizing smile, but it didn't lessen my pout at all.

"I hate it when you are logical."

"I know, melanim. Why don't you rest now, maybe tomorrow night we can sneak off into the woods." He suggested, trying to pacify me.

I nodded my head as I moved off his lap, only to have him extend his legs and opening them for me to sit between. I moved into the void that he had created for me, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head against his chest. He pulled the blanket from my bedroll and laid it over me. I shut my eyes, relaxing against him as I inhaled his scent.

Sleep claimed me as its own. I probably dreamt during the time that I slept, but in the morning no memory of the dream would come to me. As the sun rose on the camp, I felt Legolas shifting underneath me. Oddly enough, he made a fantastic pillow.

"Quel amrun, melanim." I heard Legolas say.

"Huh?" I questioned un-eloquently.

"Good morning, my love." He repeated in Common for me.

"Quel amrun to you, melanim." I returned, causing a smile to break out on his face.

"a 'lle." He informed me.

"What?"

"To you is a 'lle." To which I nodded my head, it was looking as though he was going to give me some manner of lessons in Elvish.

I yawned as I stretched my arms and back, it was one of those stereotypical actions. My mother always thought it was funny that those actions came natural to me, that I fit the stereotype when I was still so strange.

"Morning, y'all." I said to the fellowship, who was beginning to awaken around us.

Sam was already starting on breakfast, while Pippin and Merry were lethargic in their movements of rising from their bedrolls. To me, Pippin and Merry seemed like the perfect example of a teenager. They liked to drink, smoke, eat, and sleep, which was pretty much what everyone thought of as a teenager. It saddened me to think that they would grow out of their childish actions because of this quest, but we all have to grow up sometimes.

Breakfast was routine, even though we were currently camped continuing our quest to destroy one of the most evil things in the world. This strangely seemed natural, going about the camp and maintaining some awareness that we would not be attacked.

The bags were packed into the boats quickly, setting out on yet another dull day of traveling on the Anduin River. Yet again, we played games and sang songs to pass the time. It actually came to the point that we taught them how to play I-spy. Which definitely wasn't a good idea, as Merry and Pippin took a particular liking to the game, especially considering that they knew it annoyed everyone.

"Merry, Pippin. If you don't stop I am going to turn these boats around." I threatened them, earning me a laugh from Saffy and confused looks from everybody else.

"How are you going to turn our boat around, Deirdre?" Pippin asked.

I frowned for a second, not having really thought out how I would uphold my threat. Suddenly an idea struck me.

"Fine, maybe I won't turn the boat around. But I can knock you out of the boat." I threatened once more.

"Deirdre, we're simply bored." Merry explained.

"As am I, but you are giving me a headache." I told them, feeling the beginnings of the pressure of a headache against my skull. "My head is going to explode soon."

Pausing in my paddling for a moment, I rubbed my temples, contemplating the best way to get them to shut up. But honestly, shutting up wasn't something I had managed to do when I went on road trips. The only time I had was when there was a tv in the car, or when I fell asleep.

"What will get you to stop being bored?" I asked, afraid of what the answer would be.

They both shrugged their shoulders. I took another second to think again, my mind jumped back to traveling with my mom up to visit my sister, it had been about a four hour car ride and we needed something to pass the time. What we found, had happened to be word association.

"How would you like to learn another game?" I asked them.

"Alright." Merry responded for the both of them.

"The game is called Peanut. The rules are you start with the word peanut and the next person must create a word using one of the compounds from the prior word. For instance, the next word could be hazelnut, or peacock. Then you go on and on until no one can find a compound word that contains one of the prior compounds. One of the rules, however is no repeats. All right?" I asked them.

Both of them nodded their heads, then began going back and forth continuing on from peanut and then just kept going. At least peanut they could play reasonably quietly and wouldn't be giving me a rampaging headache that would undoubtedly last for the rest of the day.

In the afternoon, we finally reached the massive statues, the ones that greatly resembled Aragorn.

"Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin." Aragorn said, almost reverently as he looked upon the giant statues of the great kings of old.

He was already beginning to accept his role as a future king. Recognizing the kings of old, who were made into great statues to warn the way toward Mordor, as his kin. I smiled a little as he said this, then my eyes fell upon the great statues as well. They were definitely impressive, and not just their sheer mass, but also the presence even the lifeless stone exuded.

We all steered our boats to the shore and climbed out, dragging the heavy swan shaped boats onto the shore. Again, Saffy had to help me, and this time, once he had settled his boat, Legolas came out to aid Saffy and me. It was quiet as we all began to set up camp, but there was a warning in me. This would be where the uruk-hai finally found us, where our close-knit group would splinter.

"We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the North." Aragorn announced, he took on the leadership role rather well.

"Oh, yes? It's just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor sharp rocks! And after that it, gets even better." Gimli began on his tirade.

I frowned at him, having glanced around and seen the paling faces of the, now even more worried, hobbits. He had the best way of putting things, maybe I was wrong and he should be writing the travel brochures for Mordor. Though it had to be admitted, it seemed that the descriptive talent for the horrid ran prevalent throughout Middle Earth, both Boromir and Gimli now making everything sound incredibly awful and scaring the poor hobbits even more.

"Festering, stinking marshlands, as far as the eye can see." He concluded his lovely picture of our route to Mordor.

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf." Aragorn reprimanded him, having seen the expressions on Merry and Pippin's faces at the description.

"Recover my..?" Gimli sputtered out, clearly appalled that Aragorn would suggest that he needed to recover his strength from a mere boat ride.

"We should leave now." Legolas told Aragorn, although he was rather quite about it I heard the words.

Depression and guilt filled me, if only I told them what would happen then all the disaster could be avoided. But there would be no guarantee of success then, and the fate of the world was not something I was willing to risk for the lives of the few. When it came down to it, my answer would always be sacrifice the lives of the few to save the whole.

I knew that I was running very low on time at this point, somehow during the trip I had failed to tell Sam what I really needed to. I was so afraid that I would miss my chance that I quickly abandoned listening in on the conversation between Legolas and Frodo, walking swiftly over to Sam.

"Sam, I need to talk to you." I told him in a hushed tone.

He nodded his head and we moved slightly away from the rest of the group, toward the rocks on one side of the would-be camp.

"I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, that I didn't give you more time to prepare." I began, thinking how I ought to phrase this. "But it seems that time got away from me."

"What are you talking about, Miss Deirdre?" he enquired.

"I don't know how much more time there is, at least not for me anyway. But soon the time will come, where I may not be here to help you." I told him.

He opened his mouth, probably to argue that I probably wasn't going to die soon.

"Just listen, Sam." I told him, to which he shut his mouth. "You are Frodo's best friend. And he will always love you and need you. Never forget that. The ring does horrid things to people, and Frodo will need you there to keep him sane. To keep him from becoming like Gollum." Like Boromir. I kept the last part to myself, knowing that it had yet to happen.

"I'm not sure that I understand. You are saying that I need to watch out for Frodo?" he questioned.

"Always, Sam. Before the end of the quest things will look dark, like there is no hope left in the world. Frodo is going to need you." I told him.

"But won't you be there to help?" he asked, my heart breaking a little at the look on his face.

"I don't know, Sam. My fate may lead me somewhere else, hell it may even be my own stupidity. But you are a good friend, Sam. Always remember your promise to Gandalf." I told him, trying not to be too cryptic.

Sam deserved some preparation for the horror of Mordor that he would have to face. As well as the slight betrayal by Frodo. I pulled him into a hug, he only came to a little above my waist. I bent down and pressed my lips to his forehead. Confusion spread across his face, and it looked as though he was going to ask me what was going on. As this was like spontaneous proclamations of love, that suicides began making before they died. But before he could Merry interrupted with words that put ice around my heart.

"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked. To be honest, I didn't know that two words could be so painful to hear, could hold so much weight.

This caused everyone to begin searching about the campsite for a sign of Frodo, but there was none to be found. Just as the only trace of Boromir, was his pack and round shield.

"Everyone fan out, we need to find him. Boromir as well." Aragorn stated, slightly panicked.

Sam moved to grab his sword, but Aragorn quickly stopped him.

"Wait here, Sam. In case he comes back."

Sam reluctantly nodded his head, obviously unhappy with the instruction. He relented to it though, releasing his grip on his sword and setting it back down, in the sheath on his pack. As I moved by him, I placed my hand on his shoulder.

"Remember what I told you." It was the only farewell I could give him at the moment, my fate was far from decided. Whether I would travel with him and Frodo, be killed in the fight, kidnapped by the Uruk-hai, or travel with Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn.

I disappeared off into the woods, searching for Frodo and calling out his name. Not worried in the slightest about finding Boromir. Even though I wasn't there right now, I wasn't the happiest with him. Though I knew he would redeem himself before his end. His end which would come so soon. No, no thinking that way. You have things to do. I reprimanded myself, I was not going to worry about Boromir's impending doom.

I dodge among the trees, spotting Merry and Pippin hiding in some dense underbrush. A quick glance across from them reveals Frodo, pressing against a tree to hide himself from the Uruk-hai army. There was fear plainly written across his face, as well as indecision. His eyes were focused upon Merry and Pippin.

"Frodo!" Merry called quietly, trying to get Frodo's attention to the fact that they had a relatively safe hiding space.

"Hide here. Quick, come on." Pippin said, motioning with his hands to get his friend to safety.

Frodo's eyes met mine for a moment, indecision flickered once more. I nodded my head in assurance that what he was thinking was the right thing. The indecision left his face, he looked back over at Merry and Pippin, shaking his head 'no'.

"What's he doing?" I heard Pippin ask.

"He's leavin'." Merry told him.

I chose that moment to come out from behind the tree I was hiding behind.

"Merry, Pippin, start running. You are going to need the head start." I told them, to which they began following my instruction, pausing a little to look back.

"Frodo, I hope to see you again before the end. Otherwise, I will see you in the next world." I told him, staring straight ahead. Turning to look him in the eyes. "Go, take Sam with you. But go."

He hesitated, knowing that if he were to flee now, the Uruk-hai would see him and give chase. So I turned my attention and anger to the Uruk-hai, who were running through the trees. The Uruk-hai, who would claim Boromir's life, who would drive us apart. The Uruk-hai, who would break our fellowship. Rage filled me, I could feel the heat rushing through my veins, there was no fear of death for me now, only pure rage.

"Hey you, fuck heads. Come and get me, you cocksuckers." I shouted, drawing the attention of the first couple. "Yeah, you, cunt-baskets. I'm going to kick your ass so hard that you are going to taste my foot. I'll pull your fucking innards out your asses, then I'll wear your guts for garters. How do you like that, bitches?"

Apparently, they didn't like it at all. As I now had a massive group of Uruk-hai charging at me. I cast one more glance at Frodo, nodding my head. Then I turned tail and fled, Merry and Pippin were ahead of me, standing stock-still.

"What the fuck are you doing? Run." I ordered them, causing them to take off as well.

Deciding that since I was already using myself as bait, I may as well go all the way, I began singing at the top of my lungs as I ran from the army of Uruk-hai. I may not have a horn like Boromir did, but this was definitely the way to get help.

"You wanna be an airforce ranger/ You wanna live a life of danger/ You don't wanna get raped by a stranger." I yelled at the top of my lungs, glancing back for a second. "Then again, maybe you fuckwits would."

My taunting and shout-singing continued as we ran through the trees, dodging the Uruk-hai and successfully distracting them from Frodo. However, fate was not on our side. As we were soon flanked by the Uruk army. I drew my dual blades and began a charge at the Uruks who stood before us, Merry and Pippin had slowed considerably and my longer legs allowed me to gain the edge on speed.

I slashed my blades through the first of the Uruks, stabbing one blade through a chest as the other blocked another blow. There was definitely no way that I was going to be able to fight our way out of this alone, as there were more Uruks than I could count. Although I had the adrenaline pumping through my veins, creating a sense close to euphoria, I knew that unless help arrived or a miracle happened, we were not getting out of this alive. As panic began to fill me, that the hobbits were going to die because of me, my miracle occurred. Coming in swinging was Boromir with Saffy in tow. While I was definitely not happy that she was putting herself in so much danger, she was saving my skin. So I couldn't worry too much about her being in danger, maybe once we got out of this. That is if we lived through this.

Merry and Pippin must have been frozen in fear, as although they had their swords drawn, neither of them had felled a singled Uruk. My blades continued to slice through flesh, the feeling the muscles tearing under the force of my swords began feeling natural. I cut through a jugular on one of the Uruks and black blood squirted from it and splashed across my face. I could hear the sounds of Boromir and Saffy fighting the Uruks as well. The occasional groan in pain and outcry when the lives of the Uruk ended rang throughout our clearing.

The sound of the horn of Gondor blaring rang in my ears, it was a shocking sound compared to the sound of death which had been the only sound filling my ears. As I cut down another Uruk, the horn sounded once more. Three times in all the cry for aid erupted from the horn, but I knew that help would come too late.

More Uruks begin to close in around us, as the sound not only draws the attention of our few allies, but also of the enemy. The sound of an arrow whizzing through the air is faint, but can be heard none the less. Just as the sound of that same arrow embedding itself in Boromir's left shoulder rings, through my ears with perfect clarity. I stare at Boromir as he pauses for a moment, I want to move toward him, to offer aid. But my path is interrupted by the ubiquitous Uruks, who are overrunning us. After but a moment, Boromir rises up again to his full strength, he continues to fight against the overwhelming number of Uruk-hai around us. He continues to fight, as do we all. Fearing the death that will overtake us all in the end, whether it be decided today or years from now, we will all succumb to the icy hand of death.

Another arrow strikes Boromir, this time landing in his stomach. The slightest amount of blood begins to run from his mouth, as it flows freely down chest. My blood courses through my veins with rage, Boromir is so strong, yet he cannot survive these arrows in the end. We all know this, yet redemption seems to be in his grasp for attacking Frodo. I moved forward, slicing through the Uruks who stand in my way, trying to get to the cruel Uruk-hai leader whose arrows are now sticking from the fighting Boromir. As my right sword slices through the neck of another of these monsters, the sound of an arrow embedding itself sounds again. But this time the arrow is not sticking out from Boromir, it protrudes from my left shoulder. The pain erupts from the point, as I continue trying to fight I can feel the tip of the arrow scraping against my collar bone. I gasp in pain, blocking the attack of another of Uruks. But it is in vain, a moment of perfect clarity, seeing the final arrow fly into Boromir. As the pain erupts in the back of my head from a blow from a sword hilt, then everything turns black as I collapse to the ground in agony and unconsciousness.

**Aragorn's POV**

As I fight to reach Boromir, Saffron, Deirdre, and the halflings panic fills me. Another arrow flies into Boromir, but he continues to fight. A slash across the neck of an Uruk, now an arrow protrudes from Deirdre's shoulder. Two more Uruks down, she is struck to the back of the head, collapsing to the ground as one more arrow pierces Boromir. So close, yet so far away. I cut and hack my way through more of the enemy, but not before Boromir is left kneeling in the clearing alone, as Uruks run past him.

The Uruk-hai leader approaches Boromir, bow drawn and aimed directly at the injured warrior. Finally, close enough as the other Uruks disappear, running into the forest. I crash into the captain, effectively preventing him from firing the point blank shot directly into Boromir. The captain turns to look at me, his sword drawn out. The blows exchanged result in my sword flying from my hand, as I am knocked down.

I draw myself back up, only to be knocked back into a tree, pinned by the two-pronged shield of the Uruk captain. An evil smirk crosses his face, he draws near with his sword held high. The shield won't come loose, but somehow I manage to duck out from under the shield and escape the blow that would have parted my head and shoulders.

Grabbing my knife from its scabbard, I stab it into the leg of the captain. I race back over to where my sword was discarded to, looking back over at the captain just in time to see him draw my knife from his leg and lick the blood from it. The act was revolting, but the thought barely has time to cross my mind, as my own knife is thrown back at me. I knock the blade from its path, growing tired from the fighting, but knowing that there is no stopping now. The Uruk draws his sword from the tree and closing in. I parry the blows, finally slicing clean through the flesh, muscle, and bone of the Uruk's arm.

My sword penetrates the mass of the Uruk captains core, he grabs the blade of my sword and continues to impale himself upon the blade. As far as intelligence goes, these Uruks only seem slightly smarter than orcs. I rip my sword from the chest of the Uruk, and with a clean swing, make the final separation between the head of the Uruk and its' shoulders.

Seeing the lifeless corpse fall to my feet, I can finally rush over to the fallen Gondorian Captain.

"No!" I proclaim, kneeling down beside the broken man. Blood stains his face and seeps through the wounds on his chest.

His hand shoots up, grabbing my shoulder so that I pay attention to him. My eyes quickly return to his face, having quickly examined all his wounds. The arrows penetrating his body are located in places which bleed out quickly, as can obviously be seen by the steady flow of the blood from each of the wounds.

"They took them. They took the little ones, Saffron, and Deirdre." He told me, despair in his voice.

"Be still." I told him, trying to think of how he could still be healed. Him exerting what little energy he had left trying to tell me that the fate of our companions now were in the cruel hands of bloodthirsty Uruks wasn't going to save him.

"Frodo? Where is Frodo?" he asked desperately.

"I let Frodo go."

"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the Ring from Frodo." He admitted, which was what I had thought may have happened, why Frodo was so afraid I would take the ring from him.

"The Ring is beyond our reach now." I comforted.

"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all."

"No, Boromir, you fought bravely. You have kept your honor."

Even though he had tried to take the ring from Frodo, taking three arrows to the chest and still fighting to protect his friends ensured that he had kept his honor. I moved to pull the arrows from his chest, so that maybe I could treat his wounds.

"Leave it. It is over. The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness… and my city to ruin."

"I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall… nor our people fail." I reassured.

"Our people? Our people." He sounded almost cheered that I was accepting him, even when he was in this state.

Boromir reached for his sword, I moved the hilt into his hand, helping to place the sword against his chest. He had a look of resignation and determination on his face.

"I would have followed you my Brother… my Captain… my King."

Tears welled in my eyes as he spoke. For all his faults, Boromir was a good man, who only wanted what was best for his people. With one last deep breath, Boromir faced the next world, leaving behind the quest and all its troubles in this one. I raised my hand to my forehead and then to my lips as a sign of respect.

"Be at peace, son of Gondor." I murmured, bending down and placing a brotherly kiss upon his brow.

I rise from my place, realizing that both Legolas and Gimli had arrived and looked upon the lifeless body of our fallen companion. He is pale and the contrast between the black arrows sticking from his body is horrific.

"They will look for his coming from the White Tower. But he will not return." I stated, looking down at Gondor's fallen warrior, its favored son.

Tears have cascaded down my cheeks, taking the few moments that I can to grieve for the loss. It will be the last moments of grief before we must continue our journey. We collect the fallen body of our companion, as well as the weapons that we had shed during the fight. The dual blades that had been given to Deirdre by Lady Galadriel glimmer in the pale light streaming through the trees. Legolas picks them up and fastens them about his waist, tears in his eyes as he does so. The broken horn of Gondor, which was cloven in two during the fight, is collected along with Boromir's lifeless body.

There can be no burial here, nor any pyre offered to Boromir. Instead, we lay him in one of the boats given to us by the elves of Lothlorien. His sword is firmly within his cold grasp, the broken horn lying at his side, and his round shield, which had been abandoned at the remnants of an incomplete campsite, placed above his head. We walk the boat out into the water, sending it down with the flow of the water over the falls.

As it disappears from sight, Legolas grabs the next boat, the one containing a few of Deirdre and Saffron's things still, and begins moving it into the water.

"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore." He says, during our funeral preparations we had seen them across the lake.

I remain still, watching where the boat of our fallen companion disappeared, his bracers now worn about my wrists in remembrance of him and in recognition of our city.

"You mean not to follow them?" he questions, confused but there is a hint of relief that just maybe we will be saving Deirdre and the others from the Uruk-hai.

"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands."

"Then it has all been in vain! The Fellowship has failed." Gimli mournfully announced.

I moved over to them, placing a hand on each of their shoulders and looking between the two of them.

"Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon our friends to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light." I told them, then with a smirk. "Let's hunt some Orc."

"Yes! Haha!" Gimli declares, happy at the idea of revenge, though still hating the reason why we must now extract it.

The hobbits could have been taken for many reasons, including the master of the Uruk-hai believing that they may carry the ring. But the idea that they took Deirdre and Saffron was most disturbing, especially considering how cruel they could be. Both Deirdre and Saffron would be lucky to escape this encounter alive, they almost assuredly would not return unscathed. As I glanced over at Legolas, I could see him beginning to fall apart. They had only told us days ago that he and Deirdre were courting. Now her being taken by the Uruk-hai, and what they were likely to do to her, was not going to be good for his mental state.

We took little to nothing as we ran off into the forest, following the footsteps of the captors of our friends. Hoping, that just maybe we could save them from death and torment.

***End Chapter 15***

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