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Aearlinn - Adab ar Rhosshîr

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ As Ithil Approaches Zenith ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Legolas was surprised to hear Elrond's footsteps padding barefoot across the study floor, followed by the sound of the door to the apartment opening and closing. He sat up, half inclined to follow him, curious as to why he'd left the suite of rooms. He wondered if mayhap Elrond had forced the bathroom door and learned he was no longer there, but surely he would have heard that. Besides, the Elven Lord's step had been slow and measured, giving every indication of his woebegone frame of mind but not of the panic sure to ensue should he deem his mate had run yet again, especially considering the healer's orders.

But I haven't run away.

It was an empty argument and he knew it, but stubbornly refused to face the truth. If he'd stayed, Elrond would just have tried to win him over, wooing him with soft caresses and seductive supplications couched in naughty words and sultry tones.

Would that have been so bad?

In fact, it was just what he wanted and needed, so why had he fled in such belligerent fury? Legolas' shoulders slumped; he truly did not know and this left him both frustrated and defensive. Was it so much to expect Elrond to give in to his wishes every now and then? Had he not done as much for the mighty Lord, playing his silly game when what Legolas truly desired was to be filled, spiritually and physically, achieving the union that simultaneously left him reassured, calmed, and exhilarated?

Aye, and rarely do I refuse his demands. He takes it for granted that I am his to command.

Behind this indignant complaint another thought arose, reminding him that he had not made his desires clear. Truth be told, Legolas had said nothing about his vision for the night's lovemaking strategy, simply placing himself in his mate's capable hands and letting things happen as they would. He'd assumed that Elrond understood and would reward his capitulation on the role-play as the generous concession it was, granting the thorough and vigourous coupling he so required. With a mental wince he realised he'd fallen back into his old habit, one acquired from their earliest days when he'd lost hope of ever being more than a bond-slave.

Then, the best he'd imagined receiving from Elrond was considerate attention to his carnal needs and had willingly ascribed to whatever method the Elven Lord chose to satisfy them. With his heart already smitten, Legolas had learned to make the most of his situation, slowly permitting hope to re-enter his soul as the mighty leader gave every sign that his heart was awakening, too. Yet despite the indications of a true and deep commitment, Elrond still bound his young lover to lowly subservience, with the only conclusion possible for Legolas to draw the legitimate one: he was not deemed worthy to join officially with the noble Lord. This state of affairs had altered a scant month or two ago and was only ultimately corrected with the proof of his exalted position as Greenwood's Ernil Edwen.

It was no wonder Legolas found this ingrained dependency difficult to dispel, yet he could not help but berate himself. It was just as Elladan had cautioned: he must learn to reveal his true self to his mate or the two would never achieve the profound intimacy that was based on unreserved trust. This wise advice had been imparted on their recent encounter, when Legolas had fled from the Last Homely House in fury and despair to seek out his people, then on approach to the valley. How could that be just little more than ten day's past when it seemed so distant? Of course, the added remorse for Elrond's sudden lapse into fading had added weight to the intervening time, so that Legolas had pushed the events to the rear of his consciousness. For so heavy a burden, its legacy proved fruitless; despite the immediate alleviation of their mutual guilt and grief in a blazing firestorm of glorious sex, here they were as much at odds as ever.

It was disquieting to realise that what he now suffered was nearly as dreadful as the desolation he'd felt then. Hadn't Elladan instructed him not to avoid the next disagreement? Stay and talk, he'd urged, even if only an argument resulted, and say what he feared most to say. Legolas had really meant to follow that advice, emboldened by their counsel and their support. Yet their directives lacked information on how to do this thing they believed would strengthen his relationship with Elrond. Why, Legolas wondered, were these difficulties so notably absent when he encountered the Twins? Hoping to discover the answer, he let the memory resurface in all its graphic fullness.

Anor was just surpassing the rim of the guarding cliffs as Legolas raced from the protected seclusion of Lanthir Fân's shadows and shade. He sped over the grassy lawns, white robe flapping, and leaped the flower beds with ease, displaying more naked flesh publicly than at any time save the Day at the Spa, splashing through his lily-bog in a noisy din of displaced water, explosive sprays that splattered his anguished agitation into the air. He emerged on the other side soaked through, utterly ignorant of the growing transparency of the fine cotton fabric which clung to his lower limbs. On through the formal gardens he fled, ignoring the surprised shout from Alphdal the gardener as he cleared the rose hedge by a good quarter metre in a single, bounding vault. His heels scarcely marked the ground as he landed, propelling him in lengthening strides through the cultivated fields and orchards. One last wall of stacked river stones barred his way to the rugged fringes of the realm and he planted his hands on the top as he pushed off, heaved himself over the barricade, and disappeared from the grounds of Elrond's vast estate.

Where he was going was but a vaguely formed thought: somewhere that Elrond would never look for him. That ruled out a number of his favourite places, for as trust and love between them had grown Legolas began sharing his most secret havens one by one. The Lord of Imladris knew of his friendship with the ancient poplar tree and its stash of home-made goods and tools. He was aware of the virtually invisible signs Legolas used to mark his terrain, an instinct inborn to every Wood Elf yet distinctive from House to House, family to family. Other sylvans might learn these markers, but never would they openly divulge the knowledge as it was paramount to respect such private domains. The very worst feuds among the forest folk invariably involved trespass upon these hidden enclaves in some manner. Elrond was definitely not sylvan and no such politely deliberate ignorance would be practised by the Noldorin warriors sure to be sent out searching for him, especially since he would tell them where and for what to seek, ordering them to do exactly the opposite.

Legolas' choices were thus diminished. Lindir's Glade was out of the question; it was probably the first place the singer would go. This brought him to an abrupt halt as a heightened surge of indignant outrage over the minstrel's treachery set his heart pounding. Quickly Legolas advanced upon the nearest tree and fed it his feverish wrath, ensuring Lindir would be told nothing of his ultimate whereabouts. In return, the tree disclosed the present location of the approaching entourage of Wood Elves and suddenly he quailed to meet them. How would he explain this exodus? Thanks to Fennas, his Adar might decide to take him away and put him on a ship for Aman, by force if necessary. Or worse, he might charge into Imladris and openly challenge Elrond to account for his actions. The resulting altercation would forever doom the two realms to bitter enmity. Legolas immediately rejected the idea of seeking his family's support, and set off again at a slower pace, contemplating the remaining spots within the valley's borders that afforded him comfort in such trying times.

The duck-pond was never an option for Erestor almost always passed the place in his daily rambles. Even the tangled fen in the wildest corner of the Rhosshîr's south western course, not so far from the foot bridge into Eregion and in fact his point of entry into Imladris, though Legolas had no conscious memory of it, even this unlikely place had been uncovered by Glorfindel, whose powers of observation were acute and his ability to acquire new skills prodigious. He was the only non-sylvan capable of tracking a Wood Elf that Legolas had ever encountered.

(This last was a false perception on the archer's part. In fact, Glorfindel had stumbled on Legolas' hiding places twice, during previous disappearances, entirely by accident and even then had not comprehended his success. Hidden in the cover of the leaves as only a Wood Elf could be, Legolas had remained motionless as the Balrog Slayer blundered into the sites, stood staring about, called for the sylvan once or twice, and departed never realising his quarry was right above his head the whole time. That he had an uncanny knack of locating Legolas could not be denied, but as he was in general ignorant of having done so the dubious gift availed him not, and in future would bring only more misunderstanding and confusion.)

By now Legolas could hear the cheerful rush and tumble of Rhosshîr as it cut across a windswept meadow and then darted into a lively stand of chestnut, elderberry, and willows. A second time Legolas stopped, gazing across the lovely little dip in the land to the welcoming shade of the sheltered wood. On the fringes of this very grove and beside the tumbling laughter of the rambling stream were the lands deeded to the sons of Elrond. In a burst of inspired conviction he made his decision. What better place to hide, for none would think to seek him there, yet just there would he find both the seclusion he desired and the faint reassurance of his secondary mates' lingering essence.

With less anger in his step he ventured on, no longer running but hastening just the same, eager for a refreshing dip in the clear running water, the chance to wash his body and groom his hair, even if only with the aid of a resilient twig to unravel the tangles. There he would be safe from prying eyes; he could lie naked in the sun to dry, leaving the wet robe draped amid the branches where the breeze would soon make it comfortable to don again. He inhaled in relief and a diminished smile chased the downcast expression from his face. Just having selected a suitable place to shelter calmed him and made the terrible breech with Nín'ódhel less cataclysmic. They had weathered such storms before.

There he would not let his thoughts dwell too long, for underlying this slim optimism was the memory of Elrond's shocked and accusing attitude. Never had his lover been so openly hostile, never had he looked upon Legolas with such a degree of hurt and confusion within his eyes. When he had stepped away, as from an impostor suspect in character and intent, a great void grew between them, a gulf that might prove too great to bridge this time, for what if Elrond would not have him back? Legolas could not entertain that fear without his senses threatening to take flight and so he refused to let the scene back into his consciousness. Instead, he stretched his hearing and powers of scent to their limits, quite extensive by now, to ensure his chosen sanctuary was deserted and was for the third time brought up short, this time in surprise.

Just at the furthest edge of his auditory range came the ringing, rhythmic clatter of a hammer on wood. In fact, the cadence of the pattern indicated two hammers working in concert, a jolly counterpoint that did not detract from the background of nature's symphony but instead enhanced it. It was a sound of happiness, the contented clamour of hands working to build something up, that practical expression of the desire to create inherent in all of Eru's children. Even dwarves were notable for this innate capacity to fashion a place in the world for their families. Yet here in this place, there could be only one, or rather two, sources for such a commotion: the Twin Lords must have returned to the valley after all.

Legolas was at once overwhelmed with the need to see them, to be taken into the safety of their renewed bond, succoured and soothed by their compassion and concern. Yet he hesitated; what if they wished to remain undiscovered? It was clear enough they didn't want their return to be generally known and perhaps that extended to him also, mated or not. It was not in his power to resist, however, and he found his feet moving again even as he continued the debate. It crossed his mind to wonder if they could feel his presence, if the cry of his wounded heart could reach them. That same instant the distant racket paused and Legolas held his breath, motionless on the trail. Not until the labour resumed did he exhale the stale air and set forth again, absolutely certain they knew he was near.

It didn't take long to reach them, yet as Legolas broke through the cover of brush he froze, a gasp of amazement fleeing his lungs as he beheld the quiet vale transformed. There just under the eaves of the little wood was the half finished frame of a small house. Small as compared to their father's only, for the dwelling would have two stories, the second one not only enmeshed within the overhanging limbs but actually built around and between the trunks of two sturdy willows whose rooted feet stretched down to the stream for refreshment. It was on this upper section the Twins were working; they paused and turned to watch his reaction, smiling in welcome. Elladan lifted his arm in that youthful wave of his as Elrohir leaped to the ground.

They were but half-clad, upper bodies naked and gleaming with the sweat of their efforts, long black hair bound behind them. Each had at his hip a small leather pouch to hold the tools, Elrohir's to the left side and Elladan's to the right, supported by a leather strap that bisected their chests diagonally and rested against the firm muscles, underscoring the tantalising planes of the pectorals and the sepia nipples protruding from them. Their lower bodies were clad in humble leather leggings, the simple garb hugging the contours of their masculine attributes enticingly, leaving nothing to the imagination as each reacted to the sylvan Elf's presence, the thickening organs restrained against opposite thighs but otherwise proportionally identical.

To Legolas they looked stunningly beautiful: carefree and wild, at home out in this lonely place just like any Wood Elf would be. Nothing about them remained of the fearsome and dour warrior princes who had so disdained and reviled him. Instead here stood his mates, bidding him in silent joy to come forth. Indeed, the air of the little glade was charged with excitement as if his arrival was of great import and long expected. Legolas almost ran to Elrohir and eagerly entered the open arms held out to him, pressing against the comforting vitality and warmth of the virile frame.

"Elrohir," he said, clinging tight, relishing the sticky film against his cheek as he laid his head on the younger twin's shoulder, stopping just short of lapping up the salty perspiration. "When did you return? What is this you're building?"

By this time Elladan had joined them and after his brother took the first taste of Legolas' lips, the elder son of Elrond snatched the Wood Elf close and hugged him hard, laughing as he spun him around before dipping his head for a quick kiss of his own. "It is our house," he answered. "We've been wanting to show it to you since we began building, but thought it best to wait until it was done. It will be more impressive then." He held Legolas at arm's length, taking a long look at the lithe body in its wet, half-transparent covering, and cocked a brow in question. "A new sylvan style for morning wear?"

Legolas immediately flushed scarlet, realising how dishevelled he must be and having no wish to explain. Elrohir came to his rescue.

"Ai Elbereth, Elladan, must you always be so rude? Let's display a little of the manners Naneth taught us and invite our mate in for a tour."

"I would like that," replied Legolas, genuinely curious. He linked arms with the twins and let them guide him to the structure, listening in growing pride and warming heart as they described how the decision to build was reached.

"We have never desired to settle in a place of our own before," Elladan began. "Our suite in Adar's house has always been ample and is private enough, as we are barely ever home for very long any way."

"Yet we were confronted with a dilemma neither of us ever expected: a secret mate apart from each other. It has never been hard to disguise our bond among the folk of the valley, for even those who suspect really don't want to know and so pretend there's nothing to discover," continued Elrohir.

"With you in our lives, everything has changed…"

"…for the better, Lúthadron."

"Aye, so much better that we do not want to have to meet with you in some inhospitable tangle of brambles in the woods…"

"…or a damp and dimly lit cave…"

"…especially as you are with child and once he's born, he will have to learn of us, too, both as his brothers and his Ada's mates."

"We don't want him thinking our secret is a shameful thing."

"Indeed, we want him to see how much we care for you and for him. Come and see!" Elladan finished gleefully and disengaged, grabbing Legolas by the hand and tugging him into a trot to the front of the house. There beneath a canvas awning was a table to which were tacked down the plans for the building and here the three stopped.

Legolas studied the diagram with interest, a smile overtaking his features and his brows uplifting in pleased surprise. He turned to favour each twin with a look of deep affection. If he interpreted the drawing correctly, they had designed this house of theirs with him foremost in mind, and the notion overwhelmed him.

Sporting matched grins of elated pride, the brothers again took his arms and led their sylvan mate inside, pausing on a long veranda, unfinished but already roofed and displaying the first hints of the decorative carvings and scrollwork the two planned to ornament the columns and eaves. The border depicted a delicate vine of morning-glory and honeysuckle blossoms.

"Our favourites," explained Elrohir, "but we've left room to add in yours, too. Have you a favourite among the flora of Greenwood?"

"Aye," Legolas replied. "There is a small white rose, a climber that often reaches the upper canopy, just five petals surrounding a flurry of golden stamen. The scent is crisp and sweet, not unlike the honeysuckle here."

"Then you must sketch it for us," nodded Elladan. With gentle pressure he led Legolas through the front door, which was not in place, and paused in the open foyer. It was as high as the whole structure and a series of wide arches indicated where glass would be set to keep the elements out. On the unfinished wood frames of some were posed coloured paintings depicting various scenes the twins had observed in their journeys through Eriador and Lothlorien. "Those will be crafted in stained glass to fit within the arches of the upper story. We've left three for places you might like to include."

"Aye, you must paint for us those spots in Greenwood most dear to you," encouraged Elrohir, wrapping an arm around Legolas' shoulders in a quick squeeze.

Legolas could only nod, afraid to attempt speech for his throat was growing tight in the struggle to restrain his emotions. The thoughtfulness expressed was beyond anything he'd ever experienced and not something he had imagined possible from early encounters with the brothers. Not only this, but it was obvious they could feel the depth to which these ideas affected him. Beneath this joyous revelation lay a dark and festering thought: why hadn't Elrond ever displayed a like consideration? Not once in all these years had he listened when Legolas described his homeland or asked which flowers pleased him best. It was a strange and unwelcome sensation, this expanding happiness seeking to escape the quagmire of painful hurts his heart had already endured, and he wasn't sure if it could survive such suffocating sorrow.

From room to room they led him, pausing to explain the reason for this detail or that design, pointing out particulars of planned decorations and seeking his input, but never pressing for more even if he could only manage a word or two. They maintained a constant connection, their touches light and undemanding, expressive of consolation and underscored with worry, but through it all the twins' enthusiasm grew as they progressed through the lower chambers, hoping to build his anticipation, too.

At last they approached a chamber beside the kitchen which proved to be a bathroom obviously designed for their cleanliness-obsessed mate. This they presented with a bold and comic flourish, Elrohir providing an elaborate sweeping of arms as Elladan's fingers curled into a tube before his lips to mimic the fanfare of regal trumpets blown, and thus they bowed Legolas in.

This bit of buffoonery finally provoked him into a genuine smile as he inspected the deep, copper tub and its fittings, blushing and bright eyed the while. "How? When?" he asked, unable to get more out and thankfully the twins seemed fully aware of his difficulty and maintained the light-hearted mood.

"We began as soon as we left with the humans. We didn't even see Arwen over the pass, as we'd led everyone to believe we would do, turning aside to make our bargains with the folk of the Angle," said Elladan.

"This being one of, if not the, most important attributes of any proper home," Elrohir announced, "and I must say the most difficult to construct without giving away our activities. Had to bribe the blacksmith in the Angle with exorbitant amounts of coin and a case of wine from Gondor to keep him quiet."

"You've been in Imladris all this while? Through the trials of the Council and everything?" Legolas was amazed; he'd never suspected.

"Aye, but felt it best to let that get sorted out without our intervention," replied Elrohir with a shrug.

"I'm afraid your visionary insight, though impressive, is a bit precocious," drawled Elladan, fingering the lapel of the archer's robe. "It's plain enough you came with the hope of trying out the facilities, yet sadly they are not functional as yet."

"Nay, I didn't…I mean I was planning to bathe at Lanthir Fân but…" Legolas struggled to answer, not really wanting to go into it just yet.

"No matter," soothed Elladan. "You owe us no explanations. We're just pleased to see you here."

"Aye. Ready to see the second story?" asked Elrohir.

Legolas gave a happy nod before following them to the short, turning staircase. It ended in a small square hallway from which three rooms led away, the fourth side overlooking the foyer below. With the coloured windows installed, it would be cool and bright even during the hottest summer days. The elder twin walked through the skeletal structure of the first room, a large rectangle with a chimney of river stones already defining its far wall, which matched the one in the front parlour below. This was to be the study, and he chattered away about bookcases and desks and where the furniture was to go. As he spoke, the room became real and Legolas could see it clearly in his mind, imagining the three of them relaxing before the hearth.

Elrohir pulled Legolas into the next room. "Here is to be our bedroom," he announced simply and waited as Legolas slowly walked the circumference of the space, which was partially finished and boasted a balcony that spanned the entire length on one side. He stepped onto it and noticed the view looked across the river on the southern side of the glade. The sunlight danced on the racing water and the sound of the brook was restful. He sighed, pausing to let the tranquility calm his jangled nerves. Elladan joined him at his left and Elrohir at his right and in unison each draped an arm across his shoulders.

"It is peaceful here," Legolas said. "I like it very much."

"We're glad," Elladan smiled. "We wanted it to be a surprise, but if you must know we've been arguing about that for days now."

"Aye, for how could we finish it without asking you what sort of things you would like in your home? We were chagrined to realise we didn't have any idea what colours you prefer or what style of furniture you're accustomed to in Greenwood."

"We've little use for furniture in the talans there," Legolas shrugged.

"Surely in your Adar's palace there is much luxury," remarked Elrohir dryly, chuckling as he felt Legolas startle and heard the sharp intake of breath.

"Aye, we know you are no common Wood Elf," confirmed Elladan. "We ran into the scouts last week and begged they would not reveal our presence to anyone. I must say, when sylvan's give their word, they mean it!"

"Hah! How could you doubt?" said Legolas with pride, but he was relieved. He hadn't yet thought about how to present Elladan and Elrohir to his parents. No matter what Lindir might have said about the 'natural' quality of their bond, he knew it was no common thing at all. He had no idea of what their reaction might be. Only now he wondered; had the Twins decided to build this place after learning his pedigree or before?

"It was a terrible shock," Elrohir went on. "We realise your Adar must know who put all the rumours abroad in Lothlorien, for Greenwood has many connections to the Golden Wood."

"Not the least of whom is our Miny'adar, Lord Celeborn. I understand now his defensive exhortations that we should not speak of what we could not understand."

"Only we do understand. We comprehend fully, Legolas, and will make whatever redress we can to your family."

"Short of spending time in those dreaded dungeons so famous throughout elvendom." Elladan's efforts to lighten the mood failed.

"We do not use the cells for punishing Elves," corrected Legolas testily. "So is that why you are being so accommodating?" The bitterness in his words could not be disguised, even had he wished to do so, and in this way he gave away the core of his present discontent to the brothers. He did not have to be facing them to know they were engaged in silent communication with one another and could guess the subject was his obvious flight from Elrond. He pushed out from under the weight of their arms and away from the balcony's primitive rail. He did not get far, for Elladan blocked his way even as Elrohir clutched his arm and held firm.

"Nay, you're wrong. We had already started construction before your family's identity was known to us," he said. "Look at the plans and the progress we have achieved; if you cannot believe us then let your intellect supply the necessary calculations. We have been working all these many weeks gone by."

"Legolas, did you explain ere now who is to be Adar's law-father?" Elladan's eyes flickered to his brothers for an instant and back. Legolas' silent expression of stubborn defiance was all the answer required. The elder twin sighed wearily. "Ai Elbereth! No wonder you are here, for no doubt he put on quite a display of temper."

"Aye, not something often seen. When he chooses, Adar's tongue can be sharper than Glorfindel's finest blade," added Elrohir, reaching out with his free hand and softly petting Legolas' hair. "Whatever he said, it was mostly the shock and embarrassment getting the better of him."

"Aye, you must try to forgive him, Lúthadron."

Now Legolas hung his head, shuffling back against Elrohir's chest upon which he hid his face. "He still does not know." The muffled words were faint and halting, but they heard well enough. Elladan swore and Elrohir's gasp was sharp and loud. More silence heralded another secret discussion but this time Legolas waited to learn their judgement. When it came he was so surprised he forgot both his anger and his sorrow.

"We do not agree with this," Elladan said, cautiously rubbing the slumped shoulders, "but it isn't our place to interfere between you two."

"If it is your decision to keep your Adar's identity hidden until the last, we will not reveal it. Our loyalty, though divided, must go to you, for ever have we caused you strife and will do so no longer."

"Even if that means we cause Adar to undergo a bit of discomfort."

Legolas lifted his head and gazed from one to the other, overcome for a few seconds with disbelief, but their eyes showed nothing but honest contrition mixed with mild disappointment. His lips formed a half smile and he held his hand out to Elladan. "Thank you," was all he could manage but it was enough to make the older brother grin as he clasped his fingers tightly, drawing Legolas out of his twin's arms and into his.

"Think nothing of it. We would see you restored to a gentler mood," smiled Elrohir."

Legolas smiled back and this time the silence was not filled by their private internal musings, or if it was he could not tell it. The full intensity of their admiring grey eyes raked his body from head to toe. Once again Elladan ran his finger beneath the neckline of the robe, slipping it aside a little so he could caress the clavicle from the hollow of Legolas' throat to the place where it vanished beneath the muscles of his shoulder.

"So," he ventured, a merry twinkle in his tone, "do you know how to enchant water courses like your Adar? You must place a spell on our lovely stream so that any who stumble on us here will forget just as fast."

"It is not through Adar but through my Naneth the gift derives and I would gladly do as you ask, but it is very draining," Legolas apologised. "Perhaps after Tinu MÍn is a few months old I could try."

"Do you mean to say you could really do that?" Elladan's eyes flew wide as Elrohir laughed.

"I knew it!" crowed the younger twin. "You lose; I shall collect my bet tonight."

"You wagered on this?" demanded Legolas, unable to hide his own amusement. "What did you bet?"

"The choicest forfeit of all," snickered Elrohir, his eyes dark and filled with lusty fire. "I'm to have my brother in any way I wish."

"Ai Valar," breathed Legolas, giving Elladan's pleasing form a hungry inspection. He swallowed and blushed as he turned to Elrohir. "May I watch?"

"You can do more than that," assured the victor. "It will be a much sweeter savour if you participate in full."

"Wait, that was not part of the price," said an uneasy Elladan. "Besides, there is no proof it is really possible. Legolas could be saying this in jest, to repay us for all the times we accused him so cruelly."

"Nay, I speak the truth but mayhap I can devise another proof." Legolas frowned, thinking hard. "Was the wager that I must enchant this stream or is some other example sufficient to prove my talent?"

"The bet was only to get you to perform some type of sylvan magic."

"I can make fire without flint or iron; will that suffice?"

"Aye, it would, but surely that is taxing also," cautioned Elladan. "I will accept your word, Legolas, and declare myself the loser rather than see you deplete what faint reserves you've managed to gather round you."

"Indeed, we would rather have you exert yourself in another way," added Elrohir seductively, drawing Legolas closer for a very soft and very wet kiss upon the lips.

"Oh," the sylvan sighed, smiling as Elladan took him from Elrohir and did the same.

"There is one more room to see first," reminded Elrohir. "The very best room of all, the one we most need to know meets your approval." He retreated from the balcony and crossed to the landing once more, stepping aside to let Legolas go through first. Elladan flanked the other side of the opening, for as in the rest of the upper rooms the frame had no door. Legolas gazed from one to the other in question, for their eyes were fairly burning with the intensity of their eagerness, yet nothing would they speak. He stepped over the threshold.

It was a smaller room than the bedroom, though not by much, and yet it was vastly bigger for its design was unlike anything Legolas had ever seen. The space was not simply a chamber but an extension into the trees around which the structure was built. In and among the branches were numerous nooks and crannies, broad talans with slender bridges linking them, and graceful spiralling steps between the limbs leading to even higher levels, just as a home amid Greenwood's canopy would do. Yet, the room was fully walled on two sides, joined at right angles to one another, creating a section much like any other chamber in the house. Thus it was not apparent from the front that this unusual room was so open and airy.

The brothers must have borrowed much from their knowledge of Lothlorien architecture and incorporated as many aspects of that style as they could, creating a hybrid home that was partly the sturdy, earth-bound dwelling of their Noldorin heritage and partly a haven within which any sylvan Elf would feel at ease. While this in itself was enough to express the importance with which they regarded Legolas' role in their private life, it was something else which at last destroyed the archer's reserve.

In that one walled section of the room the Twins had already collected several items of furniture. A cradle stood beside a comfortable rocker and behind it was a small dresser with a broad flat surface, rimmed all around with an intricately filigreed rail a hand's width high, just the correct height to prevent an active babe from wriggling off while being put into dry cloths and clothing. On the other wall was a wardrobe and atop it was a toy wooden horse, old and its colouring faded. A shelf above the dresser held a single soft toy rabbit crafted from real fur and this was brand new. Elladan and Elrohir had constructed a room for Legolas' child, a child who would not be raised solely in the Noldorin way but in accord with sylvan custom as well.

In a daze he wandered to the shelf and picked up the rabbit, stroking its downy coat and clutching it close to his heart; which of them had made this? Elrond had made nothing for their babe, save the pots he'd helped create. He turned and his knee bumped the cradle and set it to rocking, a soft chiming of little bells arising from it. He couldn't tear his eyes from the swaying crib, confused as to how the sound was made, wondering why Elrond hadn't given him such a thing or even spoken of where their babe's nursery would be, save once. He did not realise he spoke that last bitter thought aloud or that the tears were already falling. He was drifting toward collapse but even that he failed to register as strong arms caught him up and supported him, the welcome warmth of the twins sandwiching his grieving heart between them.

"Ai Valar!" Elladan breathed. "We didn't intend to bring you pain."

"Ai, Legolas, it isn't so hopeless, penneth," promised Elrohir.

"Saes, he loves you," crooned Elladan, "and you have us. We're here, Lúthadron." His lips nuzzled into the golden mane as he whispered these words, finding their way to his ear, which received a quick nip.

The bite jolted Legolas from his downward spiral; he became still and stopped breathing, staring into Elladan's face, finding the expression there so like Elrond's whenever they had fought and he wished to make things right again. Concern and longing played over the comely features and before he could turn to examine Elrohir's visage, Elladan swooped in and claimed a deep and demanding kiss. Legolas' eyes fluttered shut and after a second or two of unresponsive shock he began kissing back, seeking Elladan's tongue and drawing it deeper whenever it threatened to retreat. Fingers slipped beneath his robe again, whose Legolas couldn't tell and didn't care, and carefully pushed it from his shoulders. A chill ran down his spine as Elrohir softly lapped the nape of his neck.

They wanted him and he had desired this before he even entered the glade, and Legolas no longer doubted that their presence had called him there. Before he knew it they were naked, Elrohir's shaft seeking entry behind as Elladan entered him from the front, and all the while their hands and lips petted and kissed, tweaked and lapped, pinched and suckled every sensitive inch of his torso.

Somehow, Elladan dropped to his knees, hands secured at Legolas' underarms, buried to his entire length inside the archer, and the resulting shift in posture enabled Elrohir to penetrate anally. Both brothers cried out but it was Elrohir who commanded the pace this time, lunging hard enough to drag Legolas forward and back over Elladan's cock. With a deep groan the elder twin began squatting down to his heels, pushing up again when Elrohir withdrew so that the pressure alternated between them, one fully sheathed, one sliding nearly free. As on their first coupling, Legolas could do nothing but support himself, hands clutching to Elladan's shoulders this time, powerless to aid the frantic motion, consumed with the sensation of being claimed this way. He stared at the elder brother's countenance, eyes sealed, cheeks flushed, brow furrowed and glistening with sweat as if the effort caused him too much pleasure to bear. Sensing the scrutiny, his eyes opened and met Legolas', the full force of his exultant mastery startling the archer, scattering any image of himself as the enchanter.

Elrohir's hand closed around his cock and only then did Legolas make a sound, a soft, sweet moan as his hips bucked forward. The involuntary twitch was out of synchrony with his lovers' motions but thoroughly gratifying nonetheless and they responded. Elladan lurched upwards and latched onto Legolas' neck, the effort sufficient to drive him deeper and prod the hidden gland so that the sylvan struggled to bear down upon him. Elrohir grumbled a complaint as his rhythm was momentarily broken, then resumed pumping Legolas' shaft, smearing the slippery fluid that seeped out, gently massaging the glans with his thumb, all the while straining to get as much of his penis inside the tight, constricting anus as he could. Each thrust drew a deep grunt from his lungs and a subdued slap as his groin connected with Legolas' buttocks. The archer came first and his shuddering surrender prompted Elrohir's orgasm, and only then did Elladan come.

After that, Elrohir claimed his forfeit in a highly unusual way, at least to Legolas. He commanded the sylvan to take his brother from behind while he watched, and yet when it came to it he could not remain a spectator. Whether through silent communication or long years of experience, Elrohir suddenly stretched out beside Elladan and scooted under his belly, taking the elder twin's erection between his lips and offering his to Elladan for like treatment. Legolas was overwhelmed with the sight and filled with elation when they peaked a second time. Then Elrohir wanted his forfeit paid again, and since Elladan wanted it, too, they formed a chain, Elladan in the middle, marking Legolas' shoulder as his cock again pushed deep inside the slick vaginal canal. The sylvan was near exhaustion by the time Elladan's seed coated him, the third ejaculation for both twins, and finally they were spent.

It was nearing noon and the trio had bathed in the stream. They lay side by side upon the grassy banks, Legolas between the dark haired Lords, his hands clasped by theirs as they sunned themselves, the mood one of comfortable contentment. Legolas drew and released a satisfied sigh. "I want to stay and help you finish the house," he said.

"That is well," replied Elrohir, "but your people will be within the grounds before two weeks go past. That isn't enough time. You will want to be there when they arrive at the Last Homely House."

"And you do not really mean to leave Adar alone so long," said Elladan.

"What if I do?" inquired the archer. "Would you keep me here with you?"

It was a question packed with meaning, ominous in its import, and Elladan rolled to his side to command a clearer view of Legolas' face. "We would," he conceded, "but it wouldn't work. We could never hold as much of your heart as he does."

"You would miss him before a day had passed," Elrohir pointed out, turning to his side also. "Ai, Legolas, you pine for him even now."

"Nay," he denied but it sounded so false that he flushed in shame. "Aye, but I see now that what I yearn for and what he yearns for are not the same."

"Is that why you ran today?" asked Elrohir.

"He said he would have treated me differently had he known who my father is."

"I'm sure he would have."

"As would we."

"Why is this so upsetting to you?"

"Because I want to be loved for who I am," he explained, "not for WHAT I am."

"Legolas, you are a prince of Greenwood." Elrohir laid a calming hand upon his cheek. "He can not love you for who you are if he doesn't even…"

"That isn't who I am!" Legolas fumed in exasperation. "It is just a title, meaningless!"

"I confess I can't understand this. Surely it would have been better for you, for everyone, had he been apprised of that one fact," remarked Elladan.

"Why should my identity affect how he treats me, if his heart is true?" demanded Legolas. "First he can't love me because I am too lowly and now he won't love me because I'm too exalted. It isn't fair! I love HIM not his title or his pedigree. I love Nín'ódhel, who sets the tiny legs of little hurt puppies and sends aid to the humans in need nearby. I love the Elf who sends messengers to remind C�rdan not to forget Erestor's begetting day because he hasn't any other family left on Arda, save Elrond. I love the Elf who has cherished his lost brother's progeny through countless generations, the Elf who forgave the ones who drove his parents to the Sea, the one who makes certain all the human children in the Angle can read and write, who has never turned away a single soul that came to him in want. That is who I love and he loved me better when I was just Aearen."

The Twins remained silent throughout this tirade, stunned to hear so many complaints from the generally reserved sylvan and uncertain how to respond. So it seemed to Legolas, who reflected that he must look foolish and childish. In addition, maybe they didn't want to hear him list the many examples of compassion and tenderness that had turned his heart in their Adar's direction so long ago, for they were rivals, even if unwilling ones. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said anything." He sat up. "I will go and find somewhere else to…"

"No, you will not run from us, too," said Elladan, sitting up and reclaiming the hand that had escaped from his. "And there is no reason to apologise; you're words have done no wrong to us or to Adar."

"Indeed, they honour him, perhaps more than he deserves," added Elrohir. "Yet even if that is true, let us correct one point at least."

"What do you mean?"

"I believe he does know who you are, Legolas. Maybe he hasn't shown it, but his heart would not have warmed so fully if he didn't love all that he has discovered about you," explained Elladan.

"Indeed, just as you have a roster of qualities you admire in him, so he has an itemised inventory of traits and foibles only found in you, and only in you does he love them." Elrohir smiled at Legolas' expression, his emotions so obviously warring between hope and disbelief.

"How can you know this? You have not been here often to see us together," he said.

"We read his journal," offered Elladan bluntly.

Legolas' jaw dropped. "You read his private diary? Why?"

Elrohir shrugged uneasily and averted his eyes. "We wanted to know if there was anything in there about you."

"There is," Elladan answered the question before Legolas could ask it. "It is a very poignant account, scattered through the years, of how he succumbed to your charms. In the middle of relating how this or that problem was resolved, he quite suddenly breaks off and begins describing the way the sunlight seems dull unless it is playing in your hair or some such thing."

"Aye, and there is an entire section spent detailing the way you make your weapons, filled with appreciation for both the artistry and the speed with which you can create these things."

"There is?" A faint smile grew in Legolas' eyes.

"With sketches of you."
"Some of them highly imaginative, for I doubt you work arrowheads while naked and aroused."

"Or do you?"

"Nay! He drew that?"

"Aye, but sometimes it is nothing so elaborate. Here and there along the margins he writes your name, nothing more, but it is not there for nothing."

"Legolas, you must speak of these issues that lie hidden in your heart. Nothing is solved by parting in anger," Elladan chided mildly, raising the fingers in his hand to his lips to soften the censure even more.

"Are you telling me to leave?" demanded Legolas, something almost like fear in his voice.

"No, you needn't go until you're ready," soothed Elrohir. "You are always welcome here whenever you wish."

"Just do not remain apart too long," urged Elladan. "I speak from experience; it is the most horrible torture to be divided from one's soul-mate."

"Do as your heart bids you and no other advise will you require," concluded Elrohir and there the matter dropped.

Legolas had stayed only until the next morning, when the desire to see his family and attempt to explain the news Fennas had carried superseded all other concerns. Once he'd learned the depth of his beloved's grief, he returned at once to the Last Homely House and the conclusion of that reunion we have already learned.

Perched on the balcony roof beneath the rising crescent moon, the memory of Elrond's despair, weeping in misery over the talan plans, twisted Legolas' heart. All at once, he just wanted to be back in Nín'ódhel's arms, the ridiculous altercation forgiven and forgotten. He sent out the soundless call to bring his mate back to him, already sliding toward the balcony, planning to have Elrond find him naked and ready, just where they'd left off. He halted as footsteps rang along the corridor, accompanied by voices, and suddenly the door opened to admit the uninvited guests. The archer's brows rose in shock, recognising Aras' distinctively imperious tones.
"As I told, there are four separate drawings, no less," he was saying and stopped as the ruffling sound of papers being lifted arose. "Not surprising, really, considering his interest in Legolas is so base."

"Yet it makes no sense," another spoke: Fennas. "The Noldo Lord treats Legolas' well; I have seen them together when they did not know they were observed. Besides, that was genuine fear in his eyes tonight."

"It is puzzling," Galion joined the conversation. "Legolas seems to want us to ignore all the signs of his mate's derogatory behaviour, yet it is equally plain that he still suffers."

"Well, we must make a decision soon," a fourth voice said, "Yet I've no wish to add more to your uncle's burdens, Ernil Aras. I am thinking we should wait and ask the reason for this oversight before judging the Lord of Imladris."

"No, that is unwise," argued Aras. "Legolas will simply convince Miny'adar to dismiss this obvious proof of continuing disdain for our family's honour. He is too young and immature to think of anyone but himself. I fear for any child under his care and were the babe's origin and lineage not so stained I would move to adopt him immediately upon birth."

At this Legolas, already on his feet, would have leaped through the ceiling if possible, so furious was he to hear this charge presented in his own house, in his very rooms, by his beloved brother's eldest son. He reached the eaves of the balcony just as the unmistakable sound of racing feet reached his ears. Elrond, responding to the soul-call, was hurrying to his beloved Aearen. A rattling and clinking noise accompanied his approach along with a second set of feet, and soon the voice belonging to them spoke.

"Hiren, saes, let me get ahead of you to open the door," urged Faelon.

A cacophonous clatter came fast upon the completion of these words, preceding the abrupt bursting open of the door as Elrond entered, his valet just behind him frantically trying to restore balance to a decanter of wine, two glasses, two plates, assorted fruits, and a dish of candied rose buds sliding precariously close to the edge of the tray precipitously thrust into his hands. Legolas swung down through the open archway into the study at the same moment and for an instant the couples' eyes met, each one communicating simultaneous hopes for reconciliation and apologies for the disagreement that had parted them. Then Elrond realised that his study was filled with Wood Elves, all of them staring in obvious shock from him to Legolas and back, among them the much aggrieved Aras. Another glance at Aearen confirmed that the company was neither invited nor welcomed by his mate, and that was more than enough to set Elrond's anger surging. He moved to Legolas' side and wrapped a possessive arm about his shoulders.

"What is the meaning of this intrusion?" he demanded, brows contracting into a disapproving scowl as his sight marked each Elf before coming to rest upon Greenwood's heir. "These are our private quarters and we were not expecting guests."

"He seeks to poison the Council of Elders against us," spat Legolas, pointing to Aras.

"I do no such thing," sneered Aras. "I am here to gather evidence, nothing more. How it is interpreted is not in my control."

"Evidence that you would steal from my private apartment?" inquired Elrond. "That hardly seems an appropriate means of building your case."
"We are no thieves," stated Galion. "There is nothing private about this place, either. It is not concealed or guarded in any way and the portal is unlocked. How can you display such umbrage? Is this not part of the Last Homely House?"

"Aye, and did you not bid us welcome, naming your home ours for as long as we wished?" Aras said pompously. "Or were those merely polite words meant to appease your 'less wise, more dangerous' kin from across the mountains?"

"Aras, this is Imladris and the customs are different here," stated Legolas, coming forward to see what these important Elves were up to. His face paled at once, for there upon the desk rested the drawings he'd made of the talan for his seclusion. The observant advisors did not miss his chagrined reaction and shared frowning looks of knowing disapproval. Legolas tried to collect himself and carried on with his admonishment. "In this country, a closed doorway means admittance must be requested from the owner of the rooms, whether the door is locked or not."

"Did you request entry, Ernil Aras?" asked Elrond coldly.

"Peace, Hîr Elrond," pleaded Fennas, hands uplifted in entreaty. He had no wish to bring about a setback that might threaten Legolas or the babe and he could see this was Elrond's fear as well. "We did not intend to trespass or to cause harm. Truly, we thought you had retreated to the quiet glade beside the falls."

"It is unlawful all the same, whether you thought we were here or not," sighed Legolas. "Now go and leave us in peace."

"Is our offence greater than your Noldorin lover's?" snapped Aras. "In Greenwood, a bonded couple are to be formally wed, especially if they hope for offspring. Did your bond-master petition Aran Thranduil for marriage rights?"

Legolas advanced a pace toward his nephew, face livid in fury, hands curled into fists. "He didn't know who to ask," he insisted, "but had he known he would have done so at once."

"Enough," Elrond ordered tersely, re-securing his hold on Legolas and drawing him back against his chest. "I don't care who you lot are, no one shall taunt my beloved before my very face. Leave at once!" he pointed to the open door, configuring his countenance in his most impressively forbidding glower possible. The ancient Wood Elves tensed nervously, uncertain of their rights under the Law in Imladris, but Aras would not be dismissed so quickly.

"We will gladly go if you would deign to answer one question. Why haven't you approved any of Legolas' designs for the talan chall?" he blurted out abruptly, hoping to take Elrond by surprise. It was obvious he'd succeeded by the uplifting of the Noldorin Lord's dark eyebrows.

"Approved? What can you mean? Anything Legolas wishes is automatically approved." Elrond had no idea what they were talking about, of course, because once again Legolas had neglected to explain and he hadn't thought to ask.

Fennas and Galion shared uncertain glances before the Elder addressed Legolas. "Didn't you tell him he has to choose?" he asked in exasperation. As their young prince gave an abbreviated shake of the head in negation, accompanied by a rapid bloom of colour, the assembled advisors broke out in assorted groans and sighs of incredulous and long-suffering irritation while Aras gave a mocking bark of a laugh.

"Of course he didn't tell him. That is his defence to everything: Elrond doesn't know our customs," he scoffed.

"It is the truth!" insisted Legolas.

"Manwë's wind, Arahen, what prevented you from explaining this?" fumed Fennas. "Don't you see what trouble this sort of misunderstanding could cause? Lord Elrond, you have my deepest apologies," he added, offering a sweeping bow to the very floor.

"I never meant for anyone else to be involved; we would have sorted it all out between us. Privately," Legolas defended himself, leaning back more deeply into Elrond's embrace.

"Tell me what this is about," insisted Elrond, not caring who answered.

"It is a sign of respect and love for the sire of the unborn child to approve the life-bearer's plans for the talan chall," explained Galion patiently. "This shows the trust the sire places in the life-bearer to care for and protect their elfling. It is symbolic of the strength of the bond between them."

"I'm sorry, Nín'ódhel, I didn't mean to put you in this position," whispered Legolas woefully.

"This is preposterous," laughed Aras. "I do not believe this play-acting."

"Fortunately, your opinion is meaningless here in Imladris," snapped Elrond. "Ernil Aras, if you call Legolas a liar again I'll have you thrashed, publicly. Or perhaps Thranduil would prefer to see to it himself. Little do I know him, but I know how much he loves his son. You've done nothing but berate and belittle Aearen since arriving in my country and no more will I stand." He met the gaze of each of the other sylvan's, silencing their discontented murmuring over his threat against Greenwood's heir. "Little better will any of you fare. Were you my councillors I would consider your actions treasonous for introducing more contention at a time when your prince has been ordered to rest."

"That was not our intent," insisted Galion, but he could not hide his anxiety over his King's reaction to their interference at such a trying time.

"Yet it is the outcome realised and for that you will answer, all of you. As for the plans…"

"Not that it is any of their business, or even my Adar's," Legolas interrupted, "but my intention was to combine the tradition of my people with the tradition here in Imladris, which is that the parents design their new home jointly with input from each partner." He stood tall and stared straight at Fennas. "Go and put that in your bloody report."

"Such insolence does not help your case," rebuked Fennas. "Our purpose is to determine the degree to which Elrond and his people have deliberately debased you and our House."

"And whether he intends to persist in such disrespect," Aras chimed in. "We deserve to have our grievances redressed."

"Even so, this is not the place for such deliberations and the grievance I now hold against you will be set against those, for the very health and well-being of an innocent babe, and his suffering life-bearer, is at stake. For shame!" Elrond admonished, truly shocked that these ancient Elves would allow the King's heir to lead them so deeply astray.

His words made the gaggle of Elders quite uncomfortable for they knew he was right. Though they had not wished it, their actions were indeed hurtful. Even Galion wisely kept his lips sealed and dropped his haughty gaze to the floor.

"Lord Elrond, your claim is just and we do not take it lightly. Our primary desire is for Legolas and the babe to remain healthy," said Fennas.

"Yet there is still the matter of compensation," Aras added, unable to relinquish his pride or admit his fault.

"I can't pretend to understand what this compensation entails, nor do I particularly care," Elrond's voice brimmed with restrained wrath. "Imladris will not offer resistance to this custom nor will I balk at its amount. We are fully prepared to make amends for the inhospitable way Legolas has been treated before now. Only one concern is important to me. Let me make that plane to you all: it is for Tinu Mín to be born, healthy and strong, and for Legolas to recover quickly and completely. If any of you do even the smallest thing to upset him in any way, be it by word or by action or by expression, I will have you escorted to the borders under general and permanent banishment." This forceful remonstrance left even regal Aras quiet and subdued, for it was clear that the Elven Lord was not making an idle threat.

While the Elders were exchanging furtive and silent expressions of dismay, Elrond strode over to the desk and shuffled amid the plans. Quickly he located the one with the little brazier and the tremendous bathing apparatus and smiled, carrying it back and holding it forth to Legolas.

"I like this one, Aearen," he said quietly. "See, this is what warms my heart." He was pointing to the pencilled words near the brazier. "Your every thought in designing this has been with our babe's comfort and safety foremost, indeed each of the plans is a fine example of your unselfish nature." He bent to kiss the blushing cheek and met shining blue eyes with the unspoken promise of durable, indefatigable devotion. "Yet this is the only plan in which you gave some small thought to comforts for yourself. For me, that is just as important, for I want everything about this experience to be pleasing and as easy for you as I can make it. We will build this one, yes?"

"Aye," whispered Legolas, close to tears as he gathered the design to his heart. He flashed Aras a triumphant grin and turned to strut away to the bedroom, listening as Elrond ordered the intruders one last time to leave. The bizarre debacle concluded with the comfortably heavy scrape and thud as the bolt slid home on the study door.

TBC

~ ~ Glossary ~ ~

Adab ar Rhosshîr: House beside the Rustling Stream

Lúthadron: Enchanter, the twins' pet name for Legolas

Einior Govadiol: Elder Meeting

Rhosshîr: Rustling Stream

Gladhadithen: Little Laugh, aka Giggle

Úan Mîn: Our Monster

Sui adar, sui ion: Like father, like son

Arahen: royal child

talan chall: hidden talan

Iest Mín: Our Wish - pet name for Legolas used by his parents.

Nae: Alas

Ernil Vain: First Prince - heir

Ernil Edwen: Second Prince

Rhûn'waew: East Wind

Aras: deer, stag

Fennas: Doorway

Tinu Mín: our little star

Nín'ódhel: My deep elf.

FIXED A BUNCH OF TYPOS! OK this is a good stopping point. I can only say again that I wish I had been able to get this all organised and together sooner, but I hope the wait was worth it. I am moving on to the actual sylvan ceremony that will formalise the couples' bond and by-passing the Noldorin one, for that would be a simple and private exchange of rings with only Mithrandir and a handful of those closest to the lovers present to witness the event. We can all figure out who would be there. Next time we get together here, Arwen will have returned to Imladris, nobody having thought to send a second message telling her her Adar was NOT fading after all. Her reaction to the pregnancy, which she knows of by now, too, as I'm sure Celeborn and Galadriel told her, will be examined. And of course, the Twins have yet to face Thranduil and Co. I haven't forgotten Lindir and Erestor's ongoing contention, nor Galion's interest in the minstrel. Aras final 'putting in place' is still in the future also. I promise to send him packing back to Greenwood before the birth.

Hope everyone was both surprised and pleased by the Twins' little house beside the stream. I know it makes Elrond look bad, but remember he has a realm to run and Legolas to deal with daily, while his sons are free to think and dream and plan the future without anything to intervene. How Elrond learns of their new house is sure to be interesting, and maybe some have guessed, as I left a hint in this chapter. I am pretty much decided on the babe's name now, and those who've read other stories of mine will just have to forgive me for recycling one. (It is not Cuthenin, that one is just for Legolas.) Elvish names that sound good to my inner, American ear are difficult to construct. With that said, if anyone has a really fantastic Elvish name, I'm willing to listen.

Finally, thanks to one and all still reading and enjoying the story!

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