Title & Chapter Number: The Wake of a Mistake 3/3
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Hith a Naur
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Warnings:
Betas: Silvara & Menel
Cast: Legolas/Haldir
Timeline: TA
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Haldir has come as Legolas hoped, but is the Prince ready to love again, even if it is his first love that asks for it?
Notes: This is the sequel to "Anywhere On My Own", and this is dedicated to Menel as well. She inspired this fic, helped me along with it and I hope it helps make the storyline feel more complete than leaving our dear Prince hanging like I did in the previous fic. ^^
The next several days were trying for the Guardian. Legolas had begun taking Laschal to his morning lessons with Orophin and had started teaching archery to the Peredhel himself. He avoided Haldir if he could. Laschal had noticed the change between his idol and his father and his temperament reflected the change in his home life. Laschal felt that Haldir had pushed Legolas away from them and the child would spend hours pouting. Evenings with his son were becoming unbearable. Baths were struggles, bedtime was a nightmare, and Laschal would go hours without uttering a single word to his beloved father. Haldir found himself avoiding Laschal, permitting Legolas to care for the child.
After two weeks of this new routine, Haldir found himself alone in suite he shared with his son. Laschal was late for his bath, the evening meal long since finished. As the night wore on, the Guardian became increasingly worried. When Ithil had risen high into the dark night sky, Haldir decided to see if Legolas knew where his son was. He fought the panic in his heart; he would find his son.
He navigated the halls easily, swiftly making his way to the Prince's chambers. Haldir let himself into the darkened room and walked to the bedside. Legolas lay on his side, curled around the sleeping form of Laschal, the boy's face tucked safely under the Wood Elf's chin. Their eyes were vacant with reverie; Legolas was dressed simply in his sleeping trousers while Laschal was still in his daily clothing. Haldir's lips set into a frown, his displeasure at the situation growing steadily.
Haldir extricated his son from Legolas' bed and grip, returning silently to their chambers. He stripped the sleepy Laschal and tucked him into the child's bed. Haldir placed a loving kiss on his son's warm brow and watched the deep blue eyes quickly return to reverie. He sighed, touching the blond locks one last time, and left their rooms. Haldir went back to Legolas' chambers and closed the door behind him.
"Legolas," he snapped.
Legolas became aware instantly and looked to the empty space next to him. "Laschal..." he began, his gaze settling on the unhappy visage of his friend.
"Is in his own room, where he should have been hours ago." Haldir glared at Legolas.
The blond Elf rose from the bed, his face showing his puzzlement. "Haldir, why are you angry?"
"You did not inform me Laschal would be staying with you this night. I remained in our rooms, worrying about his well-being."
Legolas shook his head. "I did not intend for him to remain with me, meldir. I just lost track of the passing of time..." Legolas trailed off as he seemed to realize his state of dress and he quickly pulled on his silk robe, covering his naked torso.
Haldir snorted at the display of modesty. "But a month ago, ernilen, you were most eager to fall into my bed. Now you cover yourself like a shy maid."
"A month ago I did not know of your lack of trust in me. Why would I desire to be bedded by one who does not trust me with his son?" Legolas hissed.
"I do trust you."
Legolas closed the space between them, standing toe to toe with the older Elf. "If you trusted me, my Lord Guardian, you would not be here."
"He did not come home, Legolas."
"But you knew he was with me."
They glared at each other in strained silence. They both turned at the same time when they heard a strangled sob from the doorway. Laschal stood, swiping at eyes that kept overflowing with tears. He clutched the stuffed horse Legolas had given him shortly after his arrival. The child was the epitome of misery.
"Why are you yelling?!" he cried. "Ada, you never yell." More tears, another sob. "I asked Lasvell to sing me a song. I fell asleep. It wasn't his fault, Ada..."
Legolas pushed past Haldir and fell to the floor before the child, pulling Laschal into his lap. He hugged the young Elf to him closely, settling the sobbing child in his arms. "Hush, Lasdithen. Your Ada was terribly worried about you," he soothed. "I should have sent word that you were with me."
Laschal looked up with swimming eyes. "But, he shouldn't be mad at you!"
The Prince wiped away the child's tears with a corner of his robe and kissed a still-damp cheek. "Then who should your Ada be angry with?"
"Me--" he began, then stopped himself.
Haldir moved from his spot and knelt next to the couple, brushing stray locks back from the child's damp forehead. "Do not worry so over what happens between Legolas and I, îon. Those things should not concern you."
Laschal pulled himself from Haldir's reach and wrapped his small arms around Legolas' neck, holding the Elf in a fierce embrace. "Don' touch me! You make Lasvell not love me!" he cried.
"What do you mean, îon?" he asked, looking at Legolas angrily. "What has his Highness said to you?"
Legolas stiffened and spoke fiercely at Haldir. "I spoke naught of our falling out, Elf."
"Then why would he think such a thing of his father?!" Haldir bellowed.
Laschal let out a keening wail and his little body trembled in Legolas' grip.
"Stop this yelling, Haldir," the Prince ordered. Legolas began rubbing small circles on the child's heaving back, whispering words of nonsense to the boy.
Haldir's temper finally overrode any sense of sanity he had and he stood abruptly. His eyes alight with fury, he glared at the Wood Elf as he stormed from the room.
~*~*~*~
Haldir had just changed into his sleeping clothes when his door flew open. He faced Legolas' rage with his own dispassion. "What are you doing here, Legolas?" The Guardian turned from the panting figure in his doorway and continued to turn down his bed.
"And you were afraid *I* would hurt your child? Just what is it you think you are doing, Haldir?" Legolas rested his hands on his hips and stared down his friend.
"I am afraid, Legolas, I am not clear on what it is you are referring to." Haldir narrowed his eyes, silently challenging the Prince.
Legolas stalked over to Haldir and snarled. "You left your son, sobbing, on my floor. What kind of parenting is that?!"
Haldir smiled a vicious smile. "You wished for me to trust you, meldir. So, I trusted you."
"Orc shite!" Legolas spat. Haldir actually stepped back from the angry Elf, his surprise at the language the Prince had chosen to use written clearly on his face. Legolas did not seem to notice this shock, as he continued to rant at the Guardian. "For all your high and mighty talk of the responsibility of being a parent, Haldir..."
Haldir could do nothing but stare at the livid Wood Elf, feeling cornered by the anger rolling off his friend. He could feel his body tighten with the need to flee from the situation, not having anything to defend his actions.
"I am going to go back to my room and comfort your son. Then, I plan on bathing him and making him laugh at least *once* before I put him to bed. You may collect him in the morning." Legolas turned on his heel and walked toward the door. "Of course," he called back. "He may not wish to go anywhere with the Elf he witnessed tonight."
Haldir jumped slightly when the door slammed shut with more force than necessary. He slumped to the bed and hung his head in shame. Haldir felt drained from the evening's drama. Legolas was right; Haldir should not have stormed from the room when Laschal needed him most. It had simply stung his pride, which was considerable, to have his son rush to his friend for comfort. He was Laschal's father, not Legolas...
But, he thought to himself, didn't Legolas do *exactly* what Haldir had hoped he would? Didn't Legolas love and care for the child as if he had sired him himself?
~*~*~*~
He had been staring at the ceiling all through the night; Haldir had not been able to slip into reverie and he refused to get out of bed. He had watched the room lighten as night bled into day. His heart pulled in his chest. Laschal would have been jumping on the bed, demanding his father wake up and play with him before they dressed and went to break their fast. Haldir was sure that his son wasn't cheerfully playing with Legolas, either. A sharp knock at his door brought him back from his thoughts.
Haldir stood up and slipped on his robe and pulled his hair back into a single plait. When he opened the door he knew the figure glaring at him saw his surprise.
"Arwen?"
The Queen of Gondor ignored her friend's state of undress and walked into the bedchamber. "Haldir, I believe you and I should speak."
Haldir shook his head as he closed the door. "My Lady, has our disharmony reached even your ears?"
Arwen smiled. "Nay, Haldir. No one has to speak to me about your domestic... troubles." She winked at him. "I have my Ata'na's eyes, meldir."
The Guardian chuckled. "Arwen..."
"Haldir," she began, sitting herself on the low divan near one of the windows. "Laschal is unhappy."
"I have taken notice of this."
"Legolas is unhappy."
"I have noticed that, as well."
Arwen let out a frustrated sigh. "You are not happy, either, my Lord."
Haldir looked out the window behind the stately Queen. "He deserves to be happy."
"Who? Laschal or Legolas?"
He looked down at her and smiled sadly. "Both of them, gwathel."
"So make them happy, gwador. It is in your power to do so, no one else's." Her eyes twinkled with hidden mirth.
"You are trouble, Arwen," he chuckled. Looking back over the scene outside his window, Haldir sighed. "I am just unsure how I am to make them happy. Laschal seemed happy before Legolas, but, Arwen," he turned wide eyes to her. "His smile is so much brighter, his laughter louder. He runs to Legolas with his scrapes and to ask for another dessert. He cuddles in Legolas' arms to fall asleep and allows him to comb out his hair without argument. I feel... redundant, unnecessary."
"In time, Haldir, your son will want his Ada again. Legolas is new to him and becomes fascinated by things that you find commonplace. To you, putting Laschal to bed is a daily chore. It is something you have been doing since he was but a babe. You do not do it with any less love," she said, holding up her hand to stop his protests. "But, to Legolas, the night time ritual is new and exciting. He relishes the experience and engrosses himself completely. Just as, I am sure, you did when Laschal was younger. It is the same for Aragorn and I. The new child comes into the family and the attention is spent on it, not the existing children. Only, my daughters cannot understand as you can. They both love you still, but they also love one another and that love is new and vibrant to them."
Haldir remained quiet, not knowing what response Arwen was hoping for. Instead of staring at him with expectation, she quietly laughed and stood. "My stoic Guardian." She kissed his cheek, leaving a smudge of pink on his pale skin. He could smell the sharp scent of cinnamon hanging in her hair and was swept back on a wave of memory, of times long passed. "Laschal is spending the day with my Ladies and I. Merilin is quite fond of him."
She left the room in a flurry of ribbons and pale green silk. She was giving him a day alone with Legolas, if he chose to take it.
~*~*~*~
"I received your summons, my Lord."
Haldir stood staring at Legolas for a moment before he realized what the Prince had said. "I did not summon you, my Liege."
Legolas cocked his head to the side, looking at Haldir suspiciously. "One of Arwen's ladies delivered the message to me."
Haldir chuckled. "Arwen." He shook his head, his eyes sparkling like onyx as he waved Legolas into the room. "Aragorn needs to find our gwathel a hobby."
"Oh?" he asked, not understanding the joke.
"Arwen came to my rooms this morning and urged me to speak with you. She obviously did not have enough faith in my honor and sent one of her ladies to ensure you and I did meet this day." Haldir sat himself down on the divan Arwen had occupied that morning and offered the spot next to him to Legolas.
Legolas joined in the laughter, sitting himself down next to his friend. "Aye. I do not think I much like being her pet project for her spare time. She is the one who initially pushed me in your direction after I returned to Minas Tirith. She told me of an Elf who had loved me for many years and who had suffered as I did." He turned to Haldir, his eyes bright with cheer. "And, of course, you sprung into my thoughts!"
Haldir returned the tease. "You do me too much honor, meldir."
They stared at one another for a few moments, basking in the gentle atmosphere of friendship. Haldir raised his hand to Legolas' face and brushed his thumb over the apple of the Prince's cheek. He softly spoke. "I am sorry, melethen."
Legolas kissed Haldir's palm, sending a sharp wave of desire through the Guardian. "I know."
Haldir looked away from the open, loving eyes, and sighed. "Legolas--"
"Haldir," the Wood Elf interrupted. "I love..." Legolas recaptured Haldir's gaze. "I love your son."
"I know." They both smiled. Haldir took both of Legolas' hands in his own and entwined their fingers. "Do you know why I named him Laschal, Legolas?"
"You said you wanted to always be reminded of the Prince who had touched your heart and how you desired him to share in the child's love."
Haldir nodded. "My ultimate desire, Legolas, when his mother passed away, was to raise him with you. He was but an infant, and the love I felt within my breast was so overwhelming. I wanted to share it with you, to share him with you. He was my hidden leaf, just as you are my green leaf." Haldir brought one of Legolas' pale, cool hands to his lips. "Yet, when I could share him with you, and I discovered how much he adored you, jealousy crept in. I no longer wanted to share him with anyone. Even you." He looked up into Legolas' peaceful face.
"No dirnin na van iestach," Legolas whispered.
The elder Elf chuckled. "I want you to be a part of his life, Legolas." Haldir brought his lips to Legolas, letting his next words caress the delicate pink bow of Legolas' mouth. "I want you to be a part of *my* life."
In answer to the statement, Legolas pulled his hands from Haldir's grip and wrapped them around the Guardian's neck, pulling him into a deep, searing kiss. Haldir opened his mouth to Legolas' questing tongue and slid his hands under the Prince's shirt. Legolas released his lips and panted, "I thought you would never ask!"
Haldir laughed and pushed Legolas back against the cushions, covering the Wood Elf's body with his own and devouring his mouth once more. The two Elves remained locked in a passionate kiss, tasting each other thoroughly for the first time in their long lives. The kiss was so different from any other they had shared, and Haldir could not get enough of the soft sighs he could illicit from the Prince with a nip on the younger Elf's lower lip. When their lungs screamed for breath, Haldir placed tiny butterfly kisses along Legolas' cheeks and forehead.
"Melon le, ernilen," he whispered.
"Melon le, beriadiren," was the breathless reply. "Haust," Legolas commanded and Haldir felt slightly faint. It was finally going to happen, and once it did, he could not undo the act. After only a moment's hesitation, Haldir nodded and pulled Legolas off the divan with him and led the flushed Prince to the bed.
Haldir was determined to make the day last, to love the Prince as completely as he could. He slowly unlaced the shirt Legolas wore and slipped it off the lithe frame. He ran his hands lightly over the firm muscles of Legolas' chest, his eyes watching the Wood Elf's face intently. Legolas' eyes darkened and his mouth parted invitingly as Haldir's hands touched the smooth flesh of his stomach and made their way around his back. "Manen bain, ernilen vuil," he whispered and leaned in to claim the swollen lips before him once again.
Legolas arched into him, sliding his tongue between Haldir's lips and pressing his arousal against Haldir's. It was Haldir's turn to groan and Legolas eagerly consumed the needy sounds slipping from the Guardian's mouth. The Prince's deft fingers easily removed the offending fabric that kept their bare flesh from touching and he tossed the slip of silk from Haldir's shoulders. Legolas moved from Haldir's mouth down his neck and gently nipped at the tender skin. Haldir pressed their bodies closer, letting his head fall back. His blood felt like fire within him and he ached to feel all his lover had to offer.
Haldir felt Legolas begin to untie his leggings, the cool hands ghosting over his heated flesh. "Legolas," he panted. Haldir felt Legolas smile against his neck and then the Prince's mouth was relentlessly sucking the flesh, scraping his teeth over the skin and Haldir clenched his hands tight around Legolas' body. The pleasure blurred with pain and Haldir was lost to the Prince's touch. When Legolas let go of him, Haldir knew he now wore the dark mark of the Eryn Lasgalen Elf. He opened his eyes and saw the look of triumph in the dark depths of Legolas' indigo eyes. "Mine." Haldir trembled when he heard the possessive quality Legolas' voice had taken.
Legolas slid Haldir's breeches down his body and the Guardian stepped out of them. He stood nude before the Prince, his face flushing under Legolas' scrutiny. He had never felt insecure with a bed partner before, but at that moment, Haldir's heart sped with nervousness. He was aware of how hard his cock had become and it pulsed with each heartbeat. Legolas brought his eyes up to Haldir's face and smiled lovingly at him. Haldir knelt before Legolas and removed the Prince's boots, followed by the last piece of clothing separating them -- the Wood Elf's leggings.
Haldir's breath hitched in his throat when he released Legolas' arousal and could not stop himself from reaching out with the tip of his tongue. He gently tasted the Prince, smiling around the head of Legolas' desire when the Prince let out a low whimper and gripped the bedpost. Haldir pulled back and finished removing the leggings. When they were both nude, Legolas sat on his knees in the center of the bed and looked expectantly at the Guardian. Haldir eagerly joined him, but was unprepared when Legolas laid him down beneath his slender archer's body.
"I have been fantasizing about this moment for more centuries than I care to count, beriadiren. I have every intention of enjoying this time to the fullest." Legolas smirked and recaptured Haldir's mouth.
Haldir felt himself squirm beneath Legolas touch, his skin tingling wherever the Wood Elf's fingers brushed. When Legolas released his bruised and sore lips, Haldir could do nothing but gasp. A hot trail of kisses was left from his chin to his chest where Legolas delighted in nipping and suckling on his nipples until they were hard and aching, red and slick with the Prince's tongue. "Legolas... Iquista, do not torment me so. I have waited just as long, melethron... I do not wish to wait any longer."
Legolas looked up from the indent in Haldir's stomach and smirked. "And they say patience comes with age."
"To Morgoth's Fires with patience!" Haldir bucked up against Legolas' chest, hissing with pleasure when his length met with some friction. "Anrion le... si..."
The Prince ignored his pleas and continued in his exploration of Haldir's body. He dipped his tongue into the indent of his stomach and teased another cry of need from Haldir. He ignored Haldir's leaking arousal and nuzzled the soft skin in the crease of his thigh. "Iquista!" Haldir begged, spreading his legs in a blatant invitation.
Legolas chuckled. "It seems you are acquainted with this activity, melethen." The Prince nipped at the tender insides of Haldir's thigh and blew cool breath on the damp trail he left.
"It has been over three centuries since I engaged myself with another male, Legolas," Haldir said distractedly. "Though, I am not the one usually so eager to be taken." He met Legolas' passion-heavy eyes and smiled seductively. "The things you do to me, ernilen."
Haldir watched as Legolas leaned down and cleaned his lower belly and the tip of his shaft of the sticky, clear fluids. "Be 'lî," Legolas murmured.
"Si!" Haldir could see from Legolas' tense body that he was close to giving in to the Guardian's demands. "We have so much time, melethron... Now, take me."
Legolas smiled. "Very well. Do you have anything we can use?"
Haldir nodded and pointed to the wardrobe. "In there, second shelf, a small blue tin."
Legolas retrieved the container and came back. "Since it has been a while for you, pen-vuil, it would be best for you to rest on your hands and knees." Legolas leaned in to give Haldir a quick kiss before playfully smacking his hip. "Over, o impatient one!"
The Guardian chuckled and rolled over, lifting himself up and presenting himself to the Prince. He felt the now warm, dry hands softly caress his back and run over the curve of his buttocks. He shivered with barely restrained need and Legolas leaned over, gently putting his weight on Haldir. The hot moisture of Legolas' mouth over the elder Elf's ear caused a ragged moan to slip from his lips and the Wood Elf spoke softly to him. "I am going to take you now, Haldir o Rhûn Lórien. I am going to make you cry out my name." Haldir's cock throbbed painfully with each inflaming word. "But, you are *not* to find your release until I say, do you understand me, beriadir?"
Haldir could barely nod his head; all he wanted was to feel Legolas claim him. He heard a satisfied grunt and Legolas' weight was lessened as the Prince knelt between his spread thighs. The sharp scent of lemon and rosemary assailed his senses and Haldir knew Legolas had opened the small jar. It contained a salve for sore muscles, but was different than most used for that purpose -- there were no numbing agents in this suspension. It would, he hoped, prevent too sore a backside when they were through with their lovemaking. After a few tense moments, Haldir felt slick fingers stroking the tight opening to his body. He could not stop himself from tensing when one of those long, powerful fingers slid slowly passed the ring of tight muscle.
The Guardian let out a pained hiss and sent up a silent prayer of gratitude when Legolas withdrew the digit and returned with more lubricant. The penetration was smoother this time and Haldir felt his body relax and an intense wash of pleasure flow through him. Legolas quickly added a second finger to the first, and then a third. The Prince spent quite some time preparing the Guardian, stroking and stretching his passage. Finally, the fingers were removed and Haldir felt the pressure of a much thicker piece of flesh.
Legolas entered Haldir in one thrust, burying himself deep within the Grey-Elf. Haldir let out a loud cry, throwing his head back as Legolas filled him. They both remained still until Haldir's tense muscles went lax. Legolas set a languid pace, withdrawing and plunging back into the warmth of Haldir's body. The Guardian clenched the bed sheets, resisting the need to stroke himself to completion. Legolas stroked deep within him and Haldir soon found himself rocking back to meet the long thrusts and moaning Legolas' name as if it were a mantra.
It did not take long, however, for Legolas' self-control to crumble. Haldir let loose a strangled moan when the Elf behind him increased his movements, driving the Prince closer to orgasm. Haldir clenched his muscles around Legolas' member and smiled when Legolas let out a passionate cry, his movements becoming frantic. Legolas' grip on Haldir's hips tightened, holding Haldir still against him and he spilled himself in the depths of his lover's body.
Haldir remained in his position, panting from his exertions, his body taut as a bowstring. Legolas carefully moved from behind Haldir, the elder Elf immediately missing the intimate connection of having Legolas within him. He let his displeasure show with a desperate whimper which was met with a tired chuckle. "So impatient," Legolas said, his breath still short. "Roll over, melethron."
Haldir did as he was commanded, amazed at how easy he submitted to the Prince's desires. His arousal jutted from between his thighs, the head slick and dark rose with restrained want. "Legolas..." he began, but was silenced with a deep, sweeping kiss. He smelled the salve again and lost himself in Legolas' slick, tight fist. His eyes flew open when Legolas released him. Haldir was about to protest, call Legolas cruel, when the Prince quickly mounted him, impaling himself on Haldir's cock.
"Ai! Haldir, you are much thicker than I expected," Legolas panted. Haldir could not make a coherent response, his whole body focused on that tight, hot, slippery channel that gripped his length. When Legolas began to move, raising and lowering himself, Haldir called the Elf-prince's name, just as Legolas had predicted. He came back to himself long enough to realize Legolas was once again aroused, and he gripped the Prince's shaft in his hand, urging him to increase his speed as he fisted the sensitive flesh mercilessly.
Haldir had not had an orgasm in some time, usually too tired by the end of his day to manually bring himself to completion. Being buried inside Legolas brought his release much faster than he would have liked; he released himself within the Prince's contracting passage, only half-aware of the warmth dripping down his hand as Legolas found his second orgasm of the day. Haldir felt as if his own orgasm lasted longer than any he had had before, emptying him of seed and energy. When Haldir's body had ceased bucking under the Wood Elf, Legolas gingerly shifted from atop his lover and sought a cloth. He lovingly cleaned them both of their fluids and sighed contentedly.
Legolas curled up into Haldir's embrace, pulling up the soft cotton sheet to cover their heated bodies. "Melon le, Haldir," he whispered against the damp locks at Haldir's temple.
The Guardian held Legolas close to him, feeling the elusive reverie drawing him in. He smiled and kissed the golden crown of Legolas' head. "Melon le, pen-vaelui," he murmured as his eyes went vacant with exhaustion.
~*~*~*~
The sudden impact shook Haldir back into full awareness. He looked up into the grinning face of his son, who had leaped onto the bed. The expression was infectious, and Haldir felt his own lips tugged into an answering smile as he wrapped his arms around Laschal and hugged him tightly.
"I'm so glad that you and Lasvell made up, Ada!" the young Peredhil beamed, kissing Haldir sloppily on the cheek.
"So am I, îon. So am I," Haldir replied softly, putting his finger to his lips and pointing to the still-slumbering form of Legolas.
Laschal hugged his father again and nodded. He looked at Legolas, confusion suddenly marring the angelic face, and he looked up at Haldir. "Ada?" the child began in a hushed tone. "How come you and Lasvell are naked?"
Haldir's eyes went wide, and the tips of his ears began to redden. The Sinda coughed in embarrassment, then smiled conspiratorially. "Why don't you ask Lasvell when he wakes up?"
~*~*~*~
Elvish/English:
*Lasvell : Strong leaf (endearment)
*Lasdithen : Little leaf (endearment)
*Ata'na : Grandmother
*Gwathel : Sworn sister
*Gwador : Sworn brother
*Melethen : My love
*No dirnin na van iestach. : Be guarded with what you wish.
*Melon le, ernilen. : I love you, my Prince.
*Melon le, beriadiren. : I love you, my Guardian.
*Haust : Bed
*Manen bain : How beautiful
*Ernilen vuil : My dear Prince
*Iquista : Please (Quenya)
*Aniron le. : I want you.
*Si : Now
*Ernilen : My Prince
*Be 'lî. : Like honey.
*Beriadir : Guardian
*Melon le : I love you
*Pen-vaelui : Lustful one~ Previous Chapter ~
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