#dawlin

[men-iss-vess-ull]

entertaining myself by dictating a ken burns style civil war letter in the worst southern accent of all time

[brainrotbabe24]

OMG can you write about Thorins company and reader who has like a tongue piercing, nose piercing, snake bites/lip piercing, etc, and a few tattoos at a pretty young age and theyre like How tf did this kid get all of those🤨😦

(Like not literally a kid but yk, younger than most of the company)

Ilyyyyy btw take care of yourself💞💞

Hi! Thank you for your request!

I had so much fun writing this one...it's kind of a mix of how they would react and if they had piercings and tattoos too! I kinda got carried away, lol 💖🎉

Gandalf:  Omg, how cool would it be if he used his wizard powers to make your tattoos move?! I feel like he would do that just for shits and giggles. Like one minute, you had a cat on your calf, and now it’s up by your collarbone.

Balin: He would rather get to know you than pry into why you got piercings and tattoos. If you feel comfortable telling him, he will listen without judgment. It would bring back memories of his young adult life with Dwalin. I think Balin and Dawlin have matching tattoos. I could also see Balin having a nose or eyebrow ring when he was younger, but it got ripped out during battle.

Dwalin: Dwalin would love that you had so many tattoos and piercings. He would ask to get matching tattoos. You guys will talk for hours about tattoos, future tattoo ideas, and any horror stories. I think out of everyone, he knows why you have so many tattoos/piercings but would keep that secret forever.

Óin: “You got a booger in your nose.” he would joke about your septum ring. Oin doesn't understand the idea of piercings, thinking they will get caught on things and be distracting. But he loves tattoos. I could see him having a lower back tattoo from when he was young and wild. His secret would be revealed on the journey to Erebor when they stopped to bathe in the fountain at Rivendell. “Nice tramp stamp, Oin; what’s it say?” Nori jokes. "Why not ask your mother? I'm sure she would know." Oin laughs!

Glóin: He thinks you're lying about your age. How could the youngest member of the company have more tattoos than all of them combined?! Gloin loves your nose ring though. You are trying to convince him to get one, and it's slowly working!!

Bifur: Would sneakily show you his one tattoo proudly. It’s a heart with a dwarf's name written in it...secret lover??? Would he consider his ax a piercing? Yes. He won't ask why you are so young with so many tattoos, but every so often, when you drop some lore, he will listen intently, ensuring he gets every bit of it.

Bofur: Gives each tattoo a name. If you guys were sleeping next to each other, he would trace them. If Gandalf did his magic to move them, he would make little stories for them to preform.

Bombur: Asks how you eat with a tongue piercing. He is a little confused about the hype of piercings and tattoos. But Bofur and he would write down all the lore you told, trying to piece together the story.

Ori: Ori would ask to doodle on your tattoos. He would add to them, like drawing squiggles or coloring them in. He would also ask you to pose so he could do drawing studies of your tattoos. By the end of the trip, he should ask you to pierce his ears! 

Dori: I have to admit, he would actually like your look. He would think it’s a very dwarf thing to do and find it incredibly fashionable.

Nori: Nori will bond with you over piercings and remind you to clean them. He will also tell Ori he should follow in his footsteps and get some piercings. "It would be a Ri family tradition!" Nori will say.

Side note: Nori definitely has nipple piercings and a tongue ring lol

Thorin: He would be a little hesitant. With your age, the tattoos, and the piercing, he would be super weary. Thinking you were a bad influence! Balin would have to tell him not to judge a book by its cover.  

Omg idea: So you know how the dragon sickness kinda made him obsessed about gold and jewels. Well, what if he started to act like Smaug and he would sleep on the gold…and it got so bad that now he has like little bits of gold and gems stuck in him. They would be littered over his body…the more I talk about it, the more I keep thinking of Edward from Twilight..so think Thorin but with a sparkly body. 😂😂

Fíli: He loves your look!!! I could also see him trying to get you into some dwarf fashion and would gift you cool earrings he made. He would be down to hear your stories about your tattoos, but he would be too nervous to show you his...gotta keep that princely image lol

Kíli: Would want to get snake bites because of you. He thinks they are so cool and totally badass. “y/n could you do it for me. Here use this knife and give me some snake bites!”.

Side notes: I couldn't find a GIF of snake bites, but this one kinda matches the idea I had for him lol

Bilbo: Bilbo would disapprove. He would be scared the first time he met you, thinking you were a criminal….and once he realized your age, he would faint.  How could someone so young have so many tattoos!!

[dimneo1010]

Epic: Vengeance Saga Spoilers

So um, to put my feelings into words:

HELLO??!?!?!?

WHAT

Okay, everything was great, from the musical leitmotives to references and reprises. (Everytime I hear Aeolus's tune I smile)

And ofc Hermes popping off with the synthwave pop (Dawlin~)

BUT THE CHANGE IN ANIMATION AND THE RAW FEELINGS IN "GET IN THE WATER" AND "SIX HUNDRED STRIKE"?!?!?

BRO SERIOUSLY WENT ALPHA MODE TO SPEAR POSEIDON OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE LET HIM GO?!?!?

HE BECAME THE MONSTER RAWR RAWR RAWR

[gingerrhd]

Anxiety fueled dawlin on a train ticket, and 100% over filling chips stress plate nom Nom Nom

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Ideas #21: Legolas/Gimli, but make it secret marriage

Having recently done a deep dive back into the LotR fandom, I have made my way through what feels like the entire Legolas/Gimli tag. There are some absolutely beautiful fic in it, but most seem to follow the arc of become friends in Lothlórien, start crushing on each other by Helm's Deep, and confess attraction sometime between Pelennor Fields and returning to the North.

And this makes sense. It follows the same arc as their friendship in canon and works. But I found myself wondering what would it take to have an established relationship between Legolas and Gimli before the Fellowship set out?

Just image it:

The events of The Hobbit go exactly the same - except Dáin Ironfoot doesn't take the throne of Erebor. Either he dies in battle or there's some law in place that means Lords of the Iron Hills are barred from the succession of the Lonely Mountain. Balin becomes King under the Mountain.

To make it even more painful, I imagine Dawlin and Glóin falling in the Battle of Five Armies. This turns the line of succession into the withered tree of: 1) Balin, 2) Oín, and 3) Gimli - two old men who have never married and one minor cousin never raised for kingship.

Gimli is very quickly brought to the mountain and named prince.

It is an adjustment - Gimli has never sought this sort of position and thinks of himself as a warrior first and a lord not at all, but what can he do? There is no one else. So he does his best to learn all he needs to know as heir apparent, though it doesn't come naturally and he's all but drowning in grief.

Because there's no one else, Gimli is the one Balin sends to deal with the elves whenever they need to discuss trade or treaties with Mirkwood. And because Thranduil finds dwarves tiresome on a good day, he sends Legolas to do the same.

Legolas and Gimli's first meeting isn't quite as antagonistic as it is in the books, but it's definitely something.

They keep meeting on opposite sides of the negotiation table - and slowly, almost imperceptibly, they come to discover they enjoy arguing with each other. Arguments become discussions become genuine friendship become attraction... and before two decades have passed they admit can they want a relationship with each other.

But Gimli's the heir to Erebor. The only heir. There's a lot of pressure on him to marry and produce heirs, which can hardly be done with a male elf.

There's a lot of problems on Legolas' side of things do, in that, for all no one ever expects him to inherit, Thranduil was once of Doriath. (I also want to shoehorn First Age!Legolas into this, but a younger Legolas might work better here simply for greater weight of parental disapproval.)

In the end, they decide to marry in the elven fashion and present their families with a fait accompli sometime in the 2960s...

...but for one reason or another they haven't gotten around to telling anybody by the Council of Elrond in 3018. And so the Fellowship sets out with no one having any idea Legolas and Gimli have been married for over half a century.

They try to hide it at first, as they've always done - and are relatively successful, though Pippin swears up and down their arguing sounds more like the bickering of one of his oldest and most devoted pairs of relations.

They become a little less circumspect in Moria - where they go not expecting a restored kingdom, but maybe a small community of researchers lead by Ori sent out a few years earlier - because comforting each other is more important than maintaining the charade, but it's too dark for their companions to really notice.

They're blatantly obvious about it in the aftermath of Gandalf's death, but everyone else is too grief-stricken to pay attention. At which point they decide there's no point in trying to hide their relationship anymore. They won't announce it, but they'll stop trying to be covert about it.

It's not until they're halfway down the Anduin that anyone starts noticing Legolas and Gimli's changed behavior, and even then most only think they formed a friendship in Lothlórian.

Aragorn spends all their time as The Three Hunters wanting to push them together and go kiss already, not realizing Legolas and Gimli are whenever his back is turned.

The truth of the matter doesn't come out until sometime after Pelennor Fields - perhaps not even until Aragorn and Arwen's marriage. It messes up a lot of bets.

...and that's all I really have: a convoluted way to get a Legolas/Gimli established secret relationship.

Bonuses include: 1) Thranduil realizing Legolas has married and suspecting who his partner is, but never bringing it up because Legolas has kindly never mentioned it. He plans to ignore it until the breaking of Arda and would like everyone else to continue ignoring it as well. 2) Female dwarves! Perhaps Gimli even being able to abdicate in favor of a female relative so he can go off and found Argalond like he wants. 3) A lot of background angst on Legolas and Gilmi's part - not because of their relationship, but because they feel they should be helping their kingdoms fight off the evil at home, but know that destroying the ring worth even the destruction of all they love.

As always, feel free to adopt this plot bunny, just link back to me if you ever do anything with it.

More Terrible Fic Ideas

[queeniesrose]

Happy New Year's y'all. Hope you all are having a good day! Each one will be NSFW and a part of the Modern AU series! I will also be having each character's drabble in its own post! This drabble will include mentions of AFAB genital body parts.  

Master Post

Warning: This is NSFW so if you’re under the legal age or uncomfortable with content like this, please skip over this one!

New Years - Middle Earth

Thorin: Did you just fall for me?

It wasn't often that you and Thorin went to a bar with friends. Much less have enough drinks to get you drunk. New Years was an exception to the first and somewhat the second. You were at your group’s favorite bar, The Misty Mountains. As Thorin was catching up with some of his friends, you were sitting with your friends. Drinks were flowing for everyone, some more than others. 

As you finished your drink, you looked around for your partner. You spotted him a few tables over, unsurprisingly he was already staring at you. He smirked as you caught his gaze. “I will be back y’all.” You say as you get up, a little bit unsteady. Only thought on your mind was how much you needed your partner. “I’m in need of a little something.” 

Thorin watched as you stood up, getting ready to walk over. Turning towards his friends, ”They look a bit… drunk? Definitely buzzed.” He laughs, a mischievous and scheming look appears on his face, one side of his mouth twitching up. He leans towards Dwalin, lowering his voice a little bit, “What if… What if they were to just. Ya know, fall right into my lap?” He looks away from Dwalin, moving his gaze towards his approaching partner. Taking note of Dwalin moving his foot slightly, so it would be in their path to him. “Come here, my Love.” He calls out to them, patting his lap. “Come sit with me.” 

You laugh seeing him pat his lap, picking up your pace as you close the space between the two of you. “How you doing, handsome?” You say, not realizing Dwalin had his foot directly in your path, tripping over it. You let out a little yelp as you fall forwards, landing in Thorin’s embrace. You looked at Dwalin for a moment, before turning your head towards Thorin, “Sorry ‘bout that Dawlin, didn’t see your foot there. Mighty fine lap you got here handsome.”

Thorin laughs, pulling you onto his lap, “Did you just fall for me?” He asks, giving you a peck on the lips. He tightens his grip around your waist, as he ground his hips into yours. He slips a hand down the front of your pants, rubbing circles around your core, teasing you. “‘Cause it sure as hell looks like you did. Why don’t we get out of here, love? We can have some fun at home.”

[mellonposting]

The Hobbit (movies) | Original Character Insert | Fili x OC Wren | Sloooowwwww Burn | Chapter 1

I finally, finally was able to finish the first chapter of this in a way that I'm satisfied with. I'm also getting used to writing a character with they/them pronouns so I hope it reads smoothly enough. If all goes according to plan (but does it ever?) this will be a ten-ish chapter fic that follows the events of the Hobbit Trilogy-ish. I'm very new to writing fan fiction and would love any type of feedback OR recommendations of LOTR/Hobbit fics to read!

The cloak that covered Wren’s shoulders was more than enough to protect the dwarf from the chill of the cool, crisp air, but still they drew it closer around themself. It gave them something to fiddle with - a way to let out some of the excited nervousness that came before the beginning of all quests.  They followed closely behind Balin, wishing for at least the tenth time that the trip to the Shire could have been made in daylight.  It was impossible to see any details of the lovingly tended gardens and homes along their route in the dim twilight. Distracted by their attempt to look into an especially large window, Wren stepped on the back of Balin’s boot.

“Careful, child!” Balin chided. 

Wren murmured an apology, already craning their head in the other direction.  They had never been to the Shire before and were positively giddy at the thought of getting to dine in a Hobbit Hole, however skeptical they were that their host would actually join the company.

“Ah, there’s the sign Gandalf mentioned.”  

Balin motioned towards a circular door 50 feet up the path upon which glowed a single rune.  The house whose entry the door guarded was a well crafted one - fresh yellow and green paint were visible by the light spilling out from many windows.  

Wren bounded forward, practically dragging Balin after them.  When they reached the door Wren yanked the doorbell pull and hopped back next to the older dwarf, taking his arm and patting the spot where they had pulled him along in an apologetic sort of way. Balin chuckled and covered Wren’s hand with his own.  

Balin had taken a special interest in Wren when they first came to the Blue Mountains looking for any hint or trace of their lineage. After months spent together in the records room, the two had grown quite fond of each other.  When no information was uncovered as to Wren’s origin, Balin had taken it upon himself to teach Wren the traditions and customs of Dwarvish life.  Not only did he educate them in Dwarvish styles of metalwork, magic, and enough Khuzdul to get by in a conversation with Bifur, he also introduced them to Dwalin - Wren’s eventual combat trainer. Wren affectionately referred to the brothers as their Uncles, and in truth Balin and Dwalin were now the closest thing Wren had to family.  

The door in front of Wren and Balin finally opened and revealed a disgruntled looking Hobbit. 

Others must be here already, poor fellow, Wren thought to themself.  

“Wren-”

“-and Balin-”

“at your service,” the two dwarves recited, bowing.  

“Good evening,” replied the Hobbit rather flatly.  

“Yes, yes it is. Though I think it might rain later,” Balin said as he and Wren stepped through the threshold into the warm, glowing entry hall.  “Are we late?”  

Wren spun on the spot, drinking in the craftsmanship of the millwork and furniture.  Their eyes landed on Dwalin. 

“My dearest Dwuncle!” Wren cried, rushing forward to greet the balding dwarf who had his hand deep in a biscuit jar.  

A broad grin spread across Dwalin’s face as he discarded the jar and wrapped Wren in a bone crushing hug. 

“Oh ho! Evening, Brother!” cried Balin, leaving the Hobbit mid sentence at the door.  

The entry of the Hobbit Hole branched off in a number of different directions. As Wren walked over and picked up Dawlin’s dropped jar of biscuits, they passed a dining room and saw the entry to a well stocked pantry. Absent-mindedly munching on a biscuit, Wren continued on into the house, marveling at the bedrooms, bathrooms, libraries, and parlors.  

Wren did a number of things to make a living: hunting, trading, and transporting goods paid the best and took up most of their time, but carpentry was their favorite.  They had crafted themself a snug cottage on the eastern side of the Blue Mountains, deep within a lush valley.  It wasn’t nearly as large or finely furnished as the home they explored now, but Wren had done it all themself by hand and they were quite proud of it.  

Laugher and more voices drew Wren out of their thoughts and back to the front of the house. There they found Fili and Kili dragging a sideboard out of the dining room and into the hallway.  

The brothers caught sight of Wren and both shouted aloud in excitement.  

“You came!” cried Fili. “We weren’t sure if the old curmudgeons would let you.” 

“Let me?” scoffed Wren.  “As if they could keep me away - someone has to make sure you two don’t get yourselves killed!”  

As the rest of the dwarves arrived, all the provisions were paraded out from the pantry and into the dining room. Wren almost felt sorry for the hobbit - whose name turned out to be Bilbo - as he darted about grabbing up what were undoubtedly priceless family heirlooms from the dwarves’ clutches. Not sorry enough, however, to stop themself from picking up and examining the trinkets they came across, or from having thirds of everything at dinner.  

Wren was overwhelmed with merriment. The music, the laughter, the fellowship - it was what they missed when they were out on adventures or in their own home away from the Durin’s Folk Settlement.  Yes there were fewer judgements and less confusion about their place in dwarven society when they were on their own, but at their core Wren did love company. This particular group of dwarves warmed their insides until they overflowed with energy and excitement. They gulped beer with Dwalin, burped with Ori, and shouted jests that made everyone roar with laughter.   

Once Thorin made his appearance, a stillness fell across the party. He exuded authority and an unflappable seriousness that made you want to pay attention. The warmth in  Wren’s chest fell to a simmer and they sat alert, not wanting to miss a word their leader said. 

When Thorin sent out a call for aid on his quest Wren had immediately offered to join, even though they were unsure if he would take their help. Being born a dam and having no apparent ties to the refugees of Erebor made Wren an odd party member, but Thorin had just smiled and thanked them for their bravery, welcoming them with a grasp of the hand and a pat on the back. 

Balin had fussed a bit and claimed Wren wasn’t old enough. Luckily that argument fell through when Fili, Kili, and Ori signed up. Dwalin didn’t say much one way or another, but insisted Wren stay at the settlement for a full month of intensive training before going back to their cottage to pack and prepare for the journey. 

During that month, Wren pushed themself harder than they ever had. They wanted to earn their spot in the company and prove that they could hold their own as well as any traditional dwarrow.  During the day they ran drills with Dawlin until sweat blinded them and their muscles screamed. In the evenings - after a cold soak to ease their bruised body - Wren studied under Oin to learn more about healing. They had learned the basics about gathering herbs and tending wounds from their own travels, but thought the more they knew, the more valuable a company member they would be. 

Wren wanted as little fodder as possible for the doubters and gossips who whispered about Thorin’s unconventional choice. These were the same dwarves who would wonder aloud about why a dam would wear dwarrow’s clothes and bind their chest, and were the reason Wren spent so much time out on their own. 

But now, as Wren sat amongst Durin’s descendants at Bilbo’s scrubbed wooden table, they felt at ease. The dwarves here were all at least acquaintances of theirs, and not one of them had ever spoken a word against Wren. Wren knew they had done everything in their power to prepare for the journey at hand, and they felt quite ready to get on with it.  

So, apparently, was Ori. “I’m not afraid, I’m up for it! I’ll give that dragon a taste of dwarvish iron right up his jacksie!”  

There were laughs and mutters as Nori yanked his younger brother back into his seat. 

“The task would be difficult enough with an army behind us,” said Balin. “But we number just fourteen. And not fourteen of the best, or brightest.” 

Wren grunted in protest, along with a number of others around the table.  Wren appreciated Balin’s wisdom and counsel, but he was rarely optimistic. 

“We may be few in number!” cried Fili above the other grumblings. “But we’re fighters. All of us - to the last dwarf!” 

As he emphasized the last part of his declaration his gaze landed on Wren. Wren felt their stomach swoop and they smiled at Fili, boosted by his confidence. Fili smiled back for a moment longer than was necessary before breaking eye contact and turning back to the conversation.  

Wren lost track of the argument that followed, even as it grew loud. They had always been a daydreamer, thinking up stories or letting their mind wander. They had also always thought fondly of Fili. 

Fili was one of the first dwarves Balin introduced Wren to. He was an excellent training partner and he and Kili were the first ones to make Wren snort ale out of their nose from laughter. Did Fili enjoy Wren’s company as much as Wren enjoyed his?  

Shaking their head, Wren scoffed internally. Now was not the time to get distracted by something so silly. They did their best to stay present for the remainder of the evening, but - despite Wren’s best efforts - Fili’s smile floated in and out of their mind as the night wore on. 

It’s just because he’s a talented swordsman and he thinks I’m a good fighter, they told themself as they brought Bilbo a cup of tea after the hobbit fainted.

He’s a prince, of course I’m going to admire him, they mused as they sat around the fireplace with the other dwarves. 

There is a dangerous journey at hand, now is not the time to develop a crush, they concluded as they drifted off to sleep. 

And truly, in the morning, Wren’s nerves were jangling again. Any thought of Fili was overshadowed by double and triple checking their pack, then by Bilbo’s reappearance. 

By the time the company had truly started off, Wren’s mind had no space for anything but the adventure that lay ahead.

[lucigoo]

Penultimute part of my Baggishiel-tober series from @smolestboop's prompts in October, whoops lol. Mind the tag, it is MCD (but peaceful, Bilbo is old) I Planted My Trees, And Watched Them Grow with You

Summary: Bilbo is 141 years old, much to old for a hobbit and he feels it.

Hobbits were giving a gift by Yavanna. They know 24 hours before their time is up.

This is Bilbo's time to say goodbye to all those he loves and all who love him. And as always a snippet:

 Dawlin turned to look at his oldest friend when he didn’t laugh with him at Nori’s antics alongside him. “Thorin?” he asked quietly as he steered him to a seat at the high table, which was currently empty. “What is it?” he asked gently. Thorin let out a sad, shuddering sigh as he looked at Dwalin. “He is apparently in a very lucid state today. He has seen all of The Company, the young ones and I know Dis, Loverilli and Hezzu are helping Dori help him get ready for the ball and feast he proclaimed we were having. Why have I been barred from my chambers and my husband when he is in fact very much my husband on this day?” Thorin asked with despair in his voice. “Thorin ....” Dwalin trailed off, unsure what to say. They usually didn’t talk about Bilbo’s ailing mind, it was just one of those things they understood and accepted. Keeping him comfortable and playing along when he was stuck in his yesteryears. It was difficult for all of Bilbo’s friends and loved ones but it teared Thorin up inside each time Bilbo forgot the words he needed, or wondered where he was or when he usually steady hands shook so much he spilt ink all over his writing and then had a tantrum like a pebble. Thorin was watching as age claimed his beloved and there was nothing he could do about it. No orc to slay, no dragon to battle, no shoring up with the sweat of his brow. All he could do was watch and wait, dreading each new dawn and the trials it brought them. But according to the buzz around the mountain and from their family, Bilbo was Bilbo today. He was Thorin’s bright eyed, snarky and quick-witted little love and Thorin had been all but banned from his presence. “I’m sure he has a reason, Thorin,” was all Dwalin could think to say. He had also been confused when Bilbo had called him and Balin in, after hearing about how he had called in other members of The Company first. It wasn’t until the subject matter came up that Dwalin realised why Thorin wasn’t with Bilbo. Dwalin wasn’t sure if he should explain it to Thorin or not.

[nolahistoryguy]

"Krauss - Canal at Basin - Christmas Gifts For You!" = ad for Krauss Company in the Times-Picayune, 10-December-1979. This is a very typical ad from the store's Art Department, great illustrations combined to maximize the space. Lots of items, including your Foundations, dawlin! Be sure to check out my book, "Krauss - The New Orleans Value Store" from The History Press. Ping me and we can connect if you want it signed.

[theklynnsmith]

Dawlin heard him perfectly but need to mess with his cousin: he’s far too petty to help you Bilbo.

Nori being Nori: too sweaty to help you say

Thorin: now see

Bilbo: I don’t care if you are too pretty, petty, or sweaty you three will help me clean this up.

Nori: I’m the petty one

Bilbo, sarcastically: Are you going to help me clean this up, or are you too pretty to be bothered?

Thorin, completely seriously: I am absolutely too pretty for this.

[tapeteeth]

Rainbow Cat Shoes @tapeteeth It’s art dawlin’.

[kilifiliandthorin]

At your service

[belu-ladyzerg]

Bye a todos! nos re viiiiiimos en disney... . . . ES UNA BELLEZA! 💕💕 . . #lotr #esdla #aragon #merry #pippin #faramir #lotrrisetowar #erebor #dawlin https://www.instagram.com/p/CUJ8ZVTrLiX/?utm_medium=tumblr

[divinely-yourz]

like gOtdayum allat back deh an' yeen wan give me nuh'in?? iss a damn shame mmhmhm. jus a slice, dawlin, jus a lil piece

Are Santiago’s knees so bad because his ass and thighs are so fucking thick ?

Yes.

[gummybunsart]

Hey friends, just wanted to drop by with some drawings here. I am having a lot of art block so I decided to do some expression memes here. There is more to come the next day. Just wanted to draw some Hobbit fanart. Also I wanted to say that these expression DO NOT belong to me. This expressions were created by @deeppink-man on tumblr. So yea, I hope you like them. There will be more to come. And I hope I did these expressions justice :>

[enola504ever]

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