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Chapter 26: The Battle Of Pelennor
The hot earth burned where it pressed against her cheek.
'Where am I?'
Blue eyes watered as the smell clogged her senses, the stench of decaying bodies and the rusty scent of old blood mixed with the metallic tang of fresh.
The same metallic tang filled her mouth as nausea carved into her stomach.
'Where am I?'
Her arms were covered in armor, thick gloves covering her hands, underneath one was a handle.
No, it wasn't called a handle, it was called a hilt.
The hilt of a sword was gripped tightly in her right hand, as if letting go of it would be the end of her life. This confused her; swords were weapons, they were illegal to use unless you had a license and she didn't have one.
'What happened?'
She felt the ground shuddering with heavy footfalls. In the dark of her mind she realized the sounds should be deafening her; but it was all just a dull roar now, seemingly one constant background sound.
That's right, she wasn't at home…she was in Middle Earth. She felt hollow inside, as if someone had made a hole in her chest and filled it with air. Middle Earth was her home now, she was fighting to defend it.
'What happened?'
Pieces were coming together in her mind as she pulled herself to her hands and knees, her hair tumbling down over her shoulder. It was no longer blonde, not fully anyway. Instead it was a dark maroon and orange colour, stained with blood and dirt. None of that mattered as she looked up around her in bewilderment. Bodies lay hewn about, piles waist high in some places where corpses had stacked upon one another.
'The Battle of Pelennor…' Her memories were returning to her; the sounds of six thousand Rohan men and horses had surrounded her, she remembered. The thunderous sound as the Eorlingas rode into battle, the fearful eyes of those Orcs in the frontline. She remembered the feeling as her sword had sliced across bone and flesh, how she hadn't even seen the body fall as the horse she was atop barreled forward at a high speed. Slowly she pulled herself upright and balanced on her knee as one foot stepped forward. Her balance swayed and she put her right hand out to steady herself, the metal on the red and black sword crunching against the dirt. Lazily her eyes blinked as her vision swam in and out of focus. Before her armored men and orcs fought, brutally slaying each other with only their skill and will power to save them from death. Out of the smoky haze someone started running towards her, one of their arms flailing…calling…warning…
She looked over her left shoulder to see a ghastly creature making its way towards her, a sick grin plastered on its face as it raised the rusty black blade in its grip. Her head rolled forward again and she looked down at the sword in her own hands.
Why was she here? There were too many Orcs, how did they stand a chance?
Light reflected off characters engraved in the blade, she didn't remember noticing them before. Her dry lips moved as she sounded out what she read.
"Lye nuquernuva sen e dagor…,"
The orc stopped abruptly, its arms freezing above its head as it looked down towards the woman who had been distracted. Her blue eyes were clear and sharp, a vicious snarl curling her top lip up over her white teeth.
"We will defeat them in battle," she growled proudly as she withdrew her sword from the orc's chest.
The beast hit the floor hard and dead.
Naomi took a deep breath and looked at the chaos around her. She wasted not another moment as she propelled herself forward to where the thicker crowds were. She had wasted enough time already after she'd been knocked off Hasufel.
'I remember!'
The blade in her hand twisted with a sure precision, cutting through the weak leather around the joints of her enemies.
'We are fighting for a future!'
With everybody that hit the floor she felt better, her heart beat more surely and her sight became clearer.
'I won't giveup!'
The area was becoming clearer as the orcs fell back, horses and men driving them towards the river.
"Make safe the city!" She could hear King Théoden call over the rumble of war, with strength that filled his voice so that he may lead his people and give them courage. Pants escaped her cracked lips as she looked around her and for a moment it seemed as if the orcs were giving up the fight and retreating.
The roaring of a new creature dispelled those thoughts.
Heavy footsteps made the ground shudder and the chanting of another language filled the air. Horn's sounded, but not ones familiar to Naomi's ears.
As she looked over the line of Eorlingas men she caught glimpses of their new for emerging from massive dust clouds.
"Haradrim…," She had never before seen people or creatures from the South, but this new army fit that name so well that Naomi figured it was indeed them.
"Re-form the line! Re-form the line! Sound the charge! Take them head on!" She could hear King Théoden call as someone sounded the horn for them to charge forward. Naomi sucked in a breath and looked around her for a way to get off the ground. There were twenty or so giant elephant looking creatures and she was not about to try and take one on without even a horse. Sucking her bottom lip under her teeth she whistled in the hope that she could catch the attention of a rider-less horse. To her great relief a black horse nearby turned and headed for her direction.
"Thank god for you," She said breathlessly as it stopped long enough for her to pull herself up into the saddle. No sooner than her feet were in the stirrups did her new horse start moving, eager to get into the battle as all war horses were. The Eorlingas were well into the heat of battle with the colossal beasts, Oliphants she'd heard someone call them, and she watched mystified as a well aimed spear hit the centre of the driver, the sudden weight on the left side of the Oliphant's ear leading it into the one beside it. The two came down together with a thunderous crash, the Haradrim in the baskets atop the beasts tumbling out the sides and to the ground. Those that survived the fall scrambled to their feet to retrieve their bows. Naomi replaced her sword for her bow, pulling an arrow out of the quiver on her back and firing it without mercy. It skimmed the target she was aiming for and hit the man behind, but she didn't mind and instead retrieved another arrow and aimed again. This time she hit her target in the chest and he dropped.
"Aim for the head!" Naomi's own head snapped around at the familiar voice of Éomer, but she couldn't see him among the group of Eorlingas that crowded a particularly large Oliphant that had reared up on its hind legs to avoid the arrows and spears aimed at its face. She took a deep breath in when at last it fell to the ground, dust clouds flying up in its wake. The battle wasn't in their favor, but slowly they were taking down the Haradrim and any orcs that were stupid enough to venture back into the fight amongst the massive beasts. Another arrow flew from her bow as she searched for a familiar face, she knew Théoden and Éomer were still going, but she has seen no sign of Merry or Éowyn since the beginning of the battle.
Nor did she see any sign of Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli's return.
'If we can just hold on until they get here-,'
Ears and hopes were shattered as the squeal of Nazgûl pierced the skies.
There were three circling around the battle field, where the other six were she could not see. The first of the trio barreled towards the King, the one behind that swooping through beside it to take out riders.
The third Fell Beast headed straight towards her.
"Go…Go!" Naomi's heels dug into the horse's side and she propelled forward in the opposite direction. Another screech tore through her ears and with a sick feeling in her stomach she looked over her shoulder. The Nazgûl had locked her in its sight, flying lower and lower to the ground. She pulled her head around to the front again and lent forward in the saddle. She knew it was useless to try and outrun a Fell Beast, but that was just it, she couldn't help but try.
'I will not give my life up!' She thought as she pushed the horse harder. It was almost like she was flying herself, the way the horse moved through the environment, swerving and jumping of carcasses. Men around her started realizing she was a target and suddenly arrows and spears were sailing over her head. Everything slowed down as she heard the growl behind her back, hot putrid breath hitting her neck.
'No!' She closed her eyes and let herself fall from the saddle, just as talons closed over the empty air that she had been sitting only moments before. Time returned to normal as she smacked into the ground, rolling a few times before she stopped on her side. Her stomach twisted as she pushed herself to her legs, sucking in hot air as she looked for the Nazgûl. Her relief was audible when she could see it flying away with the second Fell Beast, the first Fell Beast was nowhere within her sight, but she supposed it had already fled. It was then she noticed the green wave the was washing over the battle and for a moment she panicked, until she noticed the battle was thinning out and that it was the men of Rohan that were still standing.
"H-How…?"
"That still only counts as one!"
Naomi couldn't turn fast enough.
Sure enough, standing less than fifty feet away was Gimli, bloody axe in hand, standing proudly over an orc.
"G-Gimli…it's Gimli!" Her voice wouldn't go above a whisper at first, but after she cleared her throat she was able to raise her voice to try and get his attention.
The dwarf turned his head to say something to someone and Naomi looked too, her heart thudding in her chest when she saw Aragorn...and Legolas.
"Aragorn! Legolas!" Her eyes filled with moisture as she started moving towards them, jumping over bodies and moving faster so that she could get to them.
She couldn't drop fast enough when a large shadow fell over her.
Two large claws wrapped around her waist, lifting her off her feet and up into the air. The shriek that burst from her mouth was to be expected as the Fell Beast rose into the air at a sickening speed. Images of men being lifted high into the air only to be dropped from the dizzying heights invaded her mind and chest froze over. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath through her teeth, Legolas' face appearing in her mind.
"If I'm going down…you're COMING DOWN WITH ME!" She screamed vehemently as her hand closed over the hilt of her sword. With an awkward turn she slashed at the underside of the creature blood splattering against her face as a gaping wound opened up. In shock the creature let go of her and suddenly she was falling again, tumbling through open air, the ground rushing to meet her. At the very last possible moment she was snatched up again, this time by the second Fell Beast, her left leg grasped painfully within one of the beast's claws. A pained groan erupted from her chest as talon's sunk deep into her thigh. She was not far from the ground, Naomi realized, and with another raw scream she slashed her sword again, a howl erupting from the beast as her blade sawed through flesh and bone. She fell the couple of meters to the ground, rolling head over heels with the momentum before finally coming to a stop on her back.
Naomi closed her eyes and tried to coax air back into her lungs, the impact having winded her. After a moment, when breathing became more easy she slowly opened her eyes and pushed herself to sit up. Bile burned through her chest when she looked at her legs.
Still buried deep into her left thigh was the Fell Beast's foot, still twitching as the nerves within started to die, the blackish blood running down over her lap into the already stained ground. Her head felt weightless as her mind spun, her hand dropping to the side the keep her sitting up. If the fell beast returned…
Immediately her hand closed over the hilt of her sword and her eyes took to the skies. They were retreating, heading back towards the dark mountain range the hid Mordor. She watched them until they disappeared. The dizziness hit her again and this time staying upright was impossible, her back hit the ground and bile dripped down the corner of her mouth as she tried to dull her scream.
'It burns!'
Her hands were clenching and unclenching as she dug her right heel into the dirt, trying to find a way to stop the pain.
'Get it out! Get it OUT!' Her whole body screamed at her as she was reaching down before she knew it, trying to tug it away from her leg. She stopped when some semblance of mind returned to her. If she pulled the talons out she would bleed to death, the back of her mind screamed from memory.
'But I need to get it out!'
Her body started working on its own, her sword cutting through the right leg of her pants, just above the knee. She pulled the fabric free of her boot and laid it flat so that she could stop the blood when she pulled it out.
'Pull it out!' She had to give herself a minute as more bile rose up over her lips and dribbled down her chin. Her stomach was cramping and her head was spinning, she was running only on adrenaline and instinct now. Her hand closed over the first two talons and with a scream that made her ears hurt she tugged them out, the third talon sliding out of its own accord. With shaking hands she tied the fabric around the three open holes in her leg. The final knot was tied and she collapsed back, her stomach heaving itself into her chest as she gagged again. She rolled herself onto her right side so that she wouldn't vomit over herself. Naomi's eyes closed and she tried to calm herself, tears rolling down her face as soft sobs slowly shook her body to sleep.
She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious for when her eyes slid open, but the fact that it was now dark and stars shone brightly over her head was a good estimation.
Naomi tried to remember what had woken her when the loud whuffing of a horse breathing down her neck startled her.
It was the war horse she had ridden early that day, its black coat blending into the dark of the night. Warmth spread across her cheek as it nibbled her hair, nudging her with its head.
"D-Did you find me?" She asked, as if expecting it to answer. The horse simply watched her with big dark eyes before turning its head back to watch the surrounding area. That was when she noticed how warm she was, when she should have been freezing. The horse had laid down by her, its side flush against her own back. The back of her eyes burned as she moved a stiff arm to pat the horse's flank.
"Thank you, my phantom rescuer," She choked out as the horse nudged her again.
She knew she should get up and find help, but she was so tired, surely it could wait until morning…
The horse impatiently nudged her again.
"Okay," it was a soft whisper but it was enough to stop the biting and prodding. With a soft groan that turned into a gasp she rolled herself onto her back, her right leg digging into the side of the saddle as she reached up to grab it. It felt like hours before she had herself in the saddle and the effort left her dizzy and sick. She was barely able to hold on as the horse got to its feet, stopping still for a moment so that she could find her balance again.
"Go…," she managed to whisper, the broad pommel of the saddle digging into her stomach as she bowed forward in exhaustion. Her mind slipped away every now and again, but for the most part she was able to keep herself conscious.
"Help! Please! You on the horse! Please help me!"
'That voice…' Naomi's head lolled as she pulled lightly on the reins that rested in her hands. The war horse pulled to a stop from the walking pace they had kept up and Naomi tried to see where the voice was coming from. She rubbed her and eyes and listened, thinking she had perhaps hallucinated up Pippin. But a curly head popped up only a few meters away and Naomi couldn't help the tears that dripping down from her eyes.
"Pip..in…," Her voice was croaky, but it was strong.
"Naomi? Merry! It's Naomi!" Pippin said with grim cheer as he knelt down to where Merry was unsteadily sitting up. Said woman nudged the sides of her horse and obediently it walked forwards until they were right beside the two Hobbits. Next she debated how she was going to get the two up onto the horse. As if reading her thoughts it dropped down to the ground and waited patiently.
"I-…I'm hurt," she managed to get out through her raw throat, letting Pippin know she couldn't get off completely or she'd never get back on through her eyes. Thankfully the Hobbit seemed to understand and he knelt down to lift his cousin, throwing Merry's arm over his shoulders to try and better maneuver him onto the horse. Between the two of them they managed to get Merry onto the horse in front of her, where he wobbled before leaning back into her. Naomi didn't mind as it helped her stay upright, especially when Pippin got on behind her.
"Alright," she whispered slowly, the horse's ear twitching slightly before it rose to its feet again. Nobody spoke as they made their way towards the broken gates of Minas Tirith, where several guards stood watch patiently. Naomi was half gone when they got there, but Pippin was able to explain their situation. One of the guards recognized Pippin as the Guard of the Citadel and the two had a brief conversation before the guard pointed the way forward. She felt Pippin nod against her back and they were on their way again. Her head was resting atop Merry's, her eyes closed peacefully as they wandered through the city. She had no idea where they were going, yet somehow she wasn't concerned or inclined to ask.
'Heavy…' she thought to herself as her body relaxed against Merry's, her head sliding onto the Hobbit's shoulder.
Sudden loud noises surrounded her and Pippin disappeared from her back as someone pulled her from the horse. Weakly she protested, her mouth mumbling dry words as someone stroked her hair away from her face.
"Melamin…open your eyes for me," A voice soft as velvet enticed her eyes open and a tiny smile lit her lips as she looked into glassy baby blues.
"Leg…las," she managed as he smiled at her, a stray tear running down his cheek. Her hand brushed against his cheek and his arms tightened around her.
"Your prolonged absence scared us, we feared the worst," He mumbled into her hair as he kissed her temple.
"Nazgûl…my leg…," she tried to say more words, but she couldn't fit her mouth around them, so she settled for grasping the front of his shirt and sighing. She could feel Legolas' movements as he looked down at her one wrapped and one bare leg.
"Aragorn!"
'His voice is so sweet…' she thought peacefully as she let herself relax.
"Naomi…Naomi stay with us," She heard Aragorn speaking to her but she was too busy trying to let the warm darkness blanket her mind and let her sleep again. Somebody grasped her shoulder and shook her.
"Melamin don't leave me,"
"M'not…m'righ here," her words slurred as she curled closer to him.
"Aragorn she's going cold!"
That was odd, she didn't feel cold at all…
"Naomi…come back to us…please," Aragorn's voice was persistent, it annoyed her.
"If you sleep now you will die,"
Die.
'I'm not dying,' she thought confused 'I don't want to die,'
Tess had said that if they died they might go back to their own world.
'I don't want to leave Legolas…' With that thought she made her eyes open, only to find herself staring at a ceiling. Her head rolled from side to side as she tried to figure out what had happened. The room she was in smelt clean, but not in the way healing houses usually smelt. Instead this scent was fresh and crisp, as if no one had ever before breathed this air.
'I'm losing it,' Naomi deemed as she shook the last effects of sleep away. She was in a bed, one of two in the room in fact. Blonde hair that hung almost off the edge of the second bed let her know that it was Éowyn that faced the other way.
"Eo…wyn," she tried but her voice was still too soft. Across the room on a cabinet looking structure she could see a pitcher with two mugs beside it. Feeling restless already she decided it would be alright if she just quickly hopped across the room for a drink.
She didn't even make it to a proper upright position when her leg started sending dull waves of pain up her leg. With a stubborn growl she pulled herself up against the headboard to sit anyway.
"What are you doing?" Naomi jumped so hard she jolted her leg, a hiss escaping her lips involuntarily.
"Do not try to move, you may yet reopen the wounds," The voice sounded strange, like it had been shattered and put back together again; yet she knew it was Éomer's. The horse master sat against the wall on the other side of Éowyn, frowning skeptically at her.
"Wa-wa…," her throat wouldn't work so instead she pointed towards the pitcher. He was on his feet and heading for it the minute she had tried to speak, evidently knowing from experience the struggle one faced when trying to talk after screaming in battle for most of the day.
She nodded her head in thanks as he passed her a mug, placing the pitcher on the side table between the two beds before resuming his seat against the wall. For the first time since she'd known of his presence she observed that he was still in his full armor, sword at his side, gloves on his hands as if someone was going to attack at any moment. She did notice that he had managed to wash his face of the grime that would have been there earlier. Three mugs of water later she was able to speak more understandably, her throat no longer aching.
"Is she alright?" Naomi asked as she watched Éowyn, her friend's stillness rather unnerving.
"She is resting; her body has been exhausted from fighting against the Black Breath,"
"Black Breath?" Her eyebrows shot up, Black Breath didn't exactly sound like something many people survived, her words proven when correct Éomer explained the illness more thoroughly.
"Aye, many a brave man have fallen this day to the shadow of the Nazgûl, not much is known about it but after my sister defeated the Witch King her body was weakened, when I found her she was…she was nearly gone," Éomer had to clear his throat at this point but carried on with talking despite that.
"Aragorn managed to save her…and for that I shall be forever grateful,"
Naomi nodded in understanding as her eyes rested on Éowyn's sleeping form for a long moment.
"My friends are alright then?"
"The Elf and the Dwarf were going back down to the gate to watch for any more signs of an attack, while Lord Aragorn and Gandalf, as I last saw, were going to see about the Hobbit that rode with my sister, but a good few hours ago and I imagine by now they are seeing to any others affected by the Black Breath,"
"Merry? Is he alright?" She asked concerned, her hands fisting in the sheets. Éomer's lips lifted in the corner as he looked to the window.
"Indeed, Master Peregrin stopped momentarily to give me information on his cousin, he is just in need of good food and rest," Naomi nodded before trying to figure out what to say next.
"What about…Tess? Is she…is she hurt?" She couldn't bring herself to say the other word, not while she was in a house of healing. The frown that returned to Éomer's brow was not promising.
"No one has yet heard word of her,"
"S-Stupid idiot," she ground out through gritted teeth as she shut her eyes tightly. It took her several breathe before she was able to relax her jaw again.
"If I may ask," Éomer started and Naomi looked at him from behind her curtain of hair.
"What was the truth behind her sudden departure?" His expression was strange and she had a hard time trying to decipher it.
'Of course…I was the only one she told of her vision, to everyone else it would have seemed she wanted to move on as quick as possible for no reason-"
"Oh!" Blue eyes widened as she realized what the situation would appear like to Éomer.
"You think it's your fault she left? Don't you?" She asked ingenuously, her eyebrows disappearing into her hair line.
"Well-," The slightest amount of colour that had leaked into the man's face assured her of her assumption.
"You tried to kiss her and then she ran off, then the next morning she wanted to go to Minas Tirith-Oh! Éomer! You poor man!" Truly, she felt sorry for the strange feelings the horse lord must have had running through his head all this time. Éomer was clearly embarrassed and offended by how the woman had worded her thoughts, but the expressions passed on when Naomi started shaking her head from side to side.
"That's not it at all! I swear! She likes you too, it's just that…," she stopped her motor mouth to think over what she was about to say.
"That what?"
The hopeful look in his eye made her think of Legolas and her resolve crumbled.
"She…had a vision of…," she paused trying to word it without making it sound like she had intentionally wanted to ride to her death.
'Yeah…there isn't really a way for me to do that,'
"She had a vision that she sacrificed herself to save someone in Minas Tirith," She finished with in a rush, almost wincing as she waited for the outrage he was sure to direct at her, for letting her friend ride to what was appearing to be her end.
"I do not think…that she has left us yet," He mumbled to her surprise.
"How do you know?" she whispered, her voice cracking as her fear leaked through.
"I have not dared to hope for many long years, I still do not trust to it," he added, looking up at her for a moment with skeptical hazel eyes.
"Do you remember the day after she left? On the training field? I told you that I believe she is a strong woman, still I stand by that belief, and I do not think she would go through with such a plan," Naomi swallowed deeply as she looked down from his face, her hands uncurling from the white cotton sheets.
"Ever since we arrived here, she's been changing," she admitted softly.
"I'm not quite completely sure what she would do nowadays,"
"I know you're there,"
Blue eyes opened to watch as Gandalf, Legolas and Pippin walked towards her. Naomi stretched her hands above her head and sat up straighter, sighing as her eyes adjusted to the morning sun light. After her midnight discussion with Éomer she'd gone back to sleep and the man had been gone when she'd woken up again just after sunrise. In his place was a maid with food and bandages for her. Said woman had smartly made Naomi look away as she changed the dressing on her leg before giving her her food, and for that Naomi was grateful as the meal stayed in her stomach. When she'd finished eating the maid helped her out into the courtyard and onto a stone bench, where Naomi had resided for the rest of the morning simply sitting and dozing back and forth. Nobody had disturbed her until now and the looks on her three friend's faces made her want to sink back into that solitude.
"What's wrong?" She asked wearily as Legolas sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her gently. To her great surprise it was Pippin that spoke to her first.
"It's about Tess,"
Naomi flinched and gritted her teeth, but nodded for him to continue.
"I'm so sorry, Naomi," The little Hobbit look her hand in both of his, holding onto it tightly as he told her about the day in the Hall. He left out no details, knowing that not telling her anything would only make her anxious and Naomi listened to everything in silence. When Pippin reached the part where Denethor had guards drag her screaming from the Hall he faltered, his voice catching as his feelings of that day returned.
"After she went through that door…we never saw her again," Naomi squeezed his hands gently, her other wrapped securely within Legolas'.
"Faramir was the only one to return from the mission to Osgiliath," Gandalf stated as he placed a hand on Pippin's shaking shoulder.
"If there was anyone to know of her last moments, it would be him,"
"Of whose last moments?" A light voice entered their conversation and Naomi looked up to see a young man that looked shockingly like Boromir. His right arm was wrapped securely in a sling over the top of his shirt, which flowed loose of the pants he had underneath as he made his way towards the small group.
"Faramir, thank you for joining us on such short notice," Gandalf said nodding towards the male.
"Think nothing of it Mithrandir, though I do wonder what it is you wanted to speak with me about," His tone was polite and as he came to a stop beside the group he spared a moment to send a smile to Pippin.
Naomi liked him already.
"It's about Tess," Pippin said gingerly, looking up to Faramir. The young man's face instantly grew serious, his eyes looking quickly past all of their grim faces to rest of Gandalf's.
"Did something happen to her?"
Naomi felt herself stop breathing as her hopes soared.
'Stop it! STOP IT!' she told herself bitterly, there was no way…
"She was…in the battle with you?" Naomi felt her lips move but she could bring herself to care how she sounded.
"No, I thought she remained here with Pippin?" the young man was baffled, his expression completely showing it.
"But you must 'ave seen her! She's short! An' she's a female!" Pippin's accent got heavier as he talked faster and it was plain to see that he was terrified too of the hope bubbling inside his chest.
"I spoke to every man as we left the city…Tess was not among them," Faramir's statement left everyone in a tense silence, even Gandalf, his brows furrowed deeply over his blue eyes as he tried to think.
Naomi's mouth was dry.
"So…if she wasn't with Faramir…," Pippin started with his own confused look.
"And she wasn't with Pippin," Legolas finished after being silent for most of their conversation.
"Then where the fuck is she?"
Author's Note:
Fa dun dun duuuuuuuuuun.
YES! AFTER MONTHS OF NOTHING I'M MAKING A COMEBACK!
And I seriously hope that I will be able to finish this story before the end of the year.
If I can finished it before the end of August I will kiss my LOTR Extended Edition cases and my family will rejoice because they won't have to hear it every minute of the day that I'm home ^^
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p.s. damn! I leave for a couple of months and they change freakin around o.O
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