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whattheydefend: (+ observant)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not more fine than the lady who holds it, he says quietly, looking at her and for once allowing his admiration to show, if only for a moment. "And surely the least Minas Tirith owes she who slew the Wraith. Also, it is rather more warm and in better condition than mine." He grins a little at that, to set her at ease.
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-07 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She cradles the mantle in her arms, holding it to her chest and digging fingers lightly into its soft heft to keep them from trembling at the naked admiration that crosses his face, so quickly Èowyn wonders if perhaps she imagined it. Maybe it was merely a phantom reflection of the regard blossoming in her own chest, slowly but surely.

She breathes the faintest of laughs, barely more than a heavy exhalation, and looks down at the mantle in effort to hide the color on her cheeks. "I shall--" treasure it. "Take good care of it. Thank you."
whattheydefend: (+ pride)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir thinks that a blush becomes her very well, though not so well as the cloak shall. "You are most welcome."

There is a moment's silence between them, then he seems to collect himself. "Ah, I come with another gift, which I think will be still more welcome. The Warden has granted us permission to travel up to the Citadel this morning, provided that we are most well-behaved--" Another grin. "--and return before midday, and promise to rest ourselves quietly in the afternoon. We may leave whenever you wish."
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-07 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
That brief moment of quiet awkwardness (on her side at least) is wiped away in an instant when Faramir reveals his second purpose in coming to see her this morning. Lifting her head, Èowyn's expression brightens with excitement and a broad smile illuminates her features -- for a moment, she looks her actual age, unburdened by all the unpleasantness of the past years that have bogged down her proud spirit. She barely hears the conditions the Warden has set down, focusing on the simple joy of their permission to go.

"Yes? Then let us go straight away!" she cries, oh-so keen to be away from the Houses if only for a little while. Quickly, she shrugs the mantle about her shoulders, managing a little better with it now in her eagerness to be on her way than she did yesterday with Faramir's cloak. "How does it look?" she asks once the blue mantle hugs her slender figure, gingerly working to close the clasp at her throat.
whattheydefend: (~ warm)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
If Faramir had not already been aware of his own wishes, the way she lights up would have made them undeniable. For a moment she is radiant, to a degree that almost stops his heart with wonder. This is what Beren felt, he thinks distantly. This or something kin to it.

It is as well that she misses this reaction, busy as she is with unfolding the cloak and arranging it on her shoulders. He should move to help her, as he did yesterday, but reacts a bit too late. "Beautiful," he manages, his voice lower and more rough than usual. "It looks beautiful."

Almost painfully so. Sunlight teases sparkles from the fabric, and more from her hair, so that her whole figure seems to shine. Carefully he reaches out and takes the clasp, fastening it for her and nor daring to look at her face (or think of what expression he himself is wearing) as he does so.
freo: (pic#12556656)

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-07 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Èowyn goes slightly dry-mouthed when he steps closer and takes over fastening the clasp, her ribs expanding as she draws in a slow, soundless breath between barely parted lips. She is not completely oblivious to those little signals between a man and a woman, even if not exactly experienced, either-- and lately not very inclined to know more, due to Wormtongue.

But this... this can hardly be compared. She thinks, by the roughening of Faramir's voice, that he is very pleased indeed by her appearance; and that in turn has another bevy of butterflies taking flight somewhere in the pit of her stomach. His reaction does not frighten or repulse her; if anything, it thrills her. Excites her, even-- and that is foreign ground to her, bringing with it confusion, also.

She murmurs another thanks once the clasp is secured, wetting her dry lips briefly with her tongue and managing a smile.

"Oh!" she issues suddenly, remembering something. Moving away, she fetches the cloak Faramir had loaned her yesterday. "You ought to find it in good condition, still," she says as she hands it back to him, a little teasingly to dissipate the sudden intensity between them. If perhaps there's a faintest hint of lavender clinging to the garment now, then... well.
whattheydefend: (+ side smile)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
She moves away before he can do something unforgivably foolish, for which he will be grateful later when his head is more clear. He lets out a small huff of a laugh at her jest as she returns his own cloak to him, and he immediately swings it over his own shoulders.

It smells like her. No; it smells like both of them, and that is a thought he pushes aside with utmost rapidity, or else he really will have no sense left with which to accomplish anything this day. And there is much he hopes to accomplish.

But he cannot resist teasing her a little in return, raising his eyebrow and smiling as he fastens the clasp of his own rather more worn green cloak. "How does it look?"
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-07 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Carefully, Èowyn pulls her unbound hair away from beneath the weight of the mantle, draping the mass of it over one shoulder while Faramir dons his cloak. His brazen return of her words draws a soft chuckle of amusement out of her, arching a brow right back at him.

"Why, it quite suits you, my lord," she replies almost demurely, a gleam of good humor in her eyes as she purses her lips against another smile. "Shall we be on our way then, as we are both now properly attired to brave the chill?"

No, she's not impatient at all to be away, why would anyone think that?
whattheydefend: (+ victory)

I'm so going to have to BS knowledge of Minas Tirith, realize

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs more openly at her impatience, and offers her his arm, a gesture fortunately now less fraught with intensity than it might have been even a few moments ago. "There was another condition made by the Warden, which was that we are not to walk all the distance ourselves, but to ride, lest we exhaust ourselves unduly climbing the steps to the highest level of the city. I assume that will not dissuade a lady of Rohan." His eyes twinkle at her a little.
freo: (34)

that's cool, so would/will i!

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-07 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
She takes his arm gladly and without hesitation, arching her brow anew when Faramir lays down the Warden's condition. If anything, the thought of a ride is invigorating.

"You assume correctly," she says with a smile that twitches into what is nearly a smirk as she goes on, "If anything might dissuade me, it could be the quality of Gondorian horseflesh. We shall see in a moment."

It is entirely a tease, and a cheeky one at that.
whattheydefend: (~ surely you jest)

Writing this on phone la la should be asleep tra la some timeskip

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-07 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir attempts to look offended, and does not really succeed. "I'll have you know our stock of horseflesh comes from Dol Amroth, and thus is almost as admirable as that of Rohan. Almost."

Two can play at that game, and so they do, until they reach the horses provided for them for this (two solid, unexciting mares, steady and not unlovely but not a match for anything from the Riddermark). Riding up to the Citadel takes a little longer than walking would have, but not much, and it gives Faramir time to point out things of interest.

And to be noticed as an object of interest himself. He is dressed more formally than he has troubled with while keeping to the House, and is recognised and hailed by many as they pass. The White Lady of Rohan too is recognised by some, and there are even a few cries of "Hail the Wraithkiller!" Stories of her deed already circulate, a welcome victory to cling to while waiting for more dire news.

They pass the guards, who formally salute Faramir, who nods his head back to them. And then they are at the summit, and dismount in the Courtyard of the White Tree, which stands before the door to the Citadel, overlooking the rest of the city.
freo: (6 2)

have some more teel deer in honor of saturday

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-08 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Not a match for the Mark's horses, no, but Èowyn does not shun them, happy to take a moment to greet her mare with scratches and a few murmured words in Rohirric, for it immediately puts her more at ease to be around the familiar beasts. She wonders what become of her own horse, desperately hoping Windfola escaped the tumult of battle and was looking out for herself, out there. Pushing such potentially dour musings from her mind, Èowyn takes to the saddle with the ease of a horsewoman despite her healing arm and long skirts. Thankfully hers is not a ridiculous sidesaddle like she'd been concerned it might-- Èowyn cannot for the life of her imagine how Gondorian ladies deal with those.

Their ride is leisurely, though she longs to snap the reins and gallop; of course that isn't possible on the streets of the city, but the urge burns in her breast nonetheless. That does not mean she enjoys the journey any less, listening closely to the information Faramir so graciously provides her about the city and its sights. Of which there are many; she thinks she has not seen so many statues anywhere before. It is a lofty place indeed, this grand stone city of ancient line of kings. With fortune, it would see a King returned to its throne again soon.

It does not escape Èowyn's notice the citizens look upon Faramir with such interest, for he cuts a fine figure indeed; but more than that, she sees respect and love on their faces. She had not been lying to Faramir when she'd told him he had both of those from his people. But some cry out her name, too-- or the title borne of her deeds at the battlefield. She thinks back to Faramir's own words to her, on what a difference she had made with her triumph, and smiles graciously. To think that some time ago, she had imagined lofty treatment like this, albeit as Aragorn's queen. She had wanted to share in his power and be elevated by it, but had she not now found power of her own, for all that the future is otherwise uncertain? As she glances askance at Faramir by her side, reconciling Aragorn's noble but grim visage next to Faramir's is difficult. Desires of being Aragorn's queen slip further and further every day; she begins to see it clearly now, her own folly of thinking admiration coupled with her desperation was love. How bitterly foolish, and embarrassing!

Thankfully they reach their destination before she can dwell too much on that, the highest summit of the city. The fabled White Tree looks lonely and shriveled out on the courtyard, showing still no sign of the approach of the return of the king. But the entrance to the Citadel is lofty indeed, far beyond anything Edoras has, and Èowyn can't help but gape a little when she has finally dismounted.
whattheydefend: (+ observant)

I love teel deers and wish I had more tag time on weekends!!

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-08 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir finds himself grateful for Èowyn's company for an unexpected reason. Beyond its own sake, she provides something of a distraction. It was one thing to know, to see from a little distance, of the damage sustained during the siege. It is another to see some of the results firsthand. Not for the first time, Faramir finds himself frustrated with the need to wait and recover in the Houses of Healing, for all that he himself counselled Èowyn that they would need to endure it with patience. But there is so much work to do. So much.

Assuming they will all still be alive in the coming weeks to do it--and he has planned for the possibility that the army marching towards the Black Gate will fail, has thought on practical measure of what would need to be done next. For someone must, howevermuch Faramir trusts and hopes it will not come to pass.

But he is glad of the distraction of Èowyn's company on this, his true return to the city he loves and defends. And now, at least for a time, holds in his charge. He watches her reactions closely as he tells her of it, and more as they reach the summit. It matters greatly to him that she should think well of Minas Tirith.

He smiles a little as he looks around the courtyard, as the cold winds bite at their faces. She looks stunned, and he can well understand it. "This is where I spent my childhood," he says quietly. "And a hundred times or more I have ridden from the city and returned, yet always I feel the same awe when I stand here."
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-09 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Inexplicably, seeing more of Minas Tirith up close like this does well to dispel any lingering desire she may have had of being her queen. Not that the city isn't beautiful, steeped in history and grand beyond compare, for it is. Perhaps, it is even a little too grand for a child of the Mark. For the Eorlingas were creatures of simpler tastes and more practical ways; would she ever get used to dwelling in this city of stone? Èowyn knows well there are Gondorian lords who would take every opportunity to remind Rohan the lands they now call their own were a gift from Gondor, once upon a time. She cannot help but smile a little to herself, amused by the idea of those people suffering a Rohirric queen. But does she want it anymore, truly, to be the queen of this all? No, the answer comes to her, at length but utterly certain.

Drawing the blue mantle closer about her frame as the winds buffet them, warmed blissfully by its embrace, Èowyn nods her agreement. "It is very lovely, and very grand. Worlds away from anything we have in Rohan."

For a moment, she feels insufferably uncultured and unrefined in the midst of it all, dwarfed by the potent magnificence of the city, resplendent even in disrepair of the siege-- and feels all over again the certainty of her decision to renounce desires of being the queen of Gondor and Minas Tirith.

However... Èowyn glances discreetly at Faramir, seeing the love he bears for his home reflected on his face plainly. She could learn to dwell here had she a reason to, she is equally certain of that.
whattheydefend: (~ quiet)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-09 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Faramir's expression too is a little wistful, for all its admiration as he looks around what must surely be a vista as familiar to him as the back of his own hand, and he shakes his head. His voice is more quiet, more confiding, as he answers her. "Lovely and grand, yes. And yet...awe rarely goes hand in hand with comfort. Or with peace."

His smile is a little regretful for a moment before he shakes his head and turns back to her, offering his arm yet again before leading her across the Court of the Fountain. "I should like to visit Rohan, and test your claim. I have heard tell of the Golden Hall of Meduseld, and often wished to see it; to me it has always sounded magnificent."
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-09 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Èowyn makes no reply to that, though the look in her eyes is sympathetic. She can relate to such a sentiment all too well. Curving her hand over his proffered arm, she falls into step next to him.

"It is that, if in a very different manner than Minas Tirith." But perhaps that goes without saying, she realizes with a hint of embarrassment. She's quick to carry on with a small smile, "Perhaps you shall yet see it and judge for yourself, one day. I should be pleased to give you a tour, of the Golden Hall and Edoras both."

Perhaps it was a little presumptuous to say, but what of it? They could afford some lighter musings as these to tide them over the darkness.
whattheydefend: (+ gracious smile)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-09 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"If we have the opportunity, be assured that I will take it, my lady." His smile is warm and untroubled again as he looks at her, and judging by his eyes it does not seem he believes there is any grace lacking in either Rohan or its people. "I can think of few things I would like more than to see the land of Eorl, the more so if you were my guide."

But they have reached the door of the Citadel, and once they pass through it he pauses with her, for now they come to serious matters. "You have expressed two wishes to me in past days, which may now be fulfilled if you desire. I had assumed you would first wish to see your uncle and confirm that he is resting in all honor with your own eyes. But if you would rather save that until the last, we may turn to the portrait hall first, and look on the painting of your kinswoman Morwen. Have you a preference?"
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[personal profile] freo 2018-09-10 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
There it is again, that warmth in his gaze and smile both, that regard, when he looks at her. She should resent being made feel like some foolish girl with an infatuation -- again -- but there is no falsehood or different meaning in Faramir's words that she can discern. And though her own judgment in these matters has taken a harsh hit in the wake of Aragorn, she's more inclined to trust her own heart, now. Smiling with quiet pleasure, she ducks her chin as they enter the Citadel proper, but draws in a deep breath to prepare herself as Faramir draws them into a halt, turning solemn.

Each choice presents its own merits, and for a moment Èowyn hesitates in thought, glancing down at the main hallway opening in front of them as if to cast her eyes to wherever her uncle lies.

"May we look upon the painting, first?" she eventually requests quietly, perhaps slightly unexpectedly, turning her head to gaze at Faramir again. "I think I would like to see it without a fresh sorrow clouding at my eyes."

For she does not doubt that grief will mingle with gratefulness in her once more upon laying eyes on her uncle's body, as much as she has made her peace with his passing.
whattheydefend: (~ standing)

feel free to invent portraits of your own btw =) including his family if you like

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-10 01:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Her choice is a little unexpected, but he sees the wisdom of it and nods at once, turning them to the right down a hallway. It turns out to lead to a series of hallways, all of them made of the same white marble and laden with statues. Their footsteps echo as they walk.

Fortunately it is not too many turns until he opens a door until a room, one where all the curtains are closed, no doubt to protect the paintings within from being damaged by sunlight when they are not being observed. He goes at once to the window and begins pulling the curtains open, tying them back, until the room is brightly lit.

It is a dazzling display of paint. The contents are a variety of sizes, from small head-shots to wide scenes. All of them contain people, and nearly all of those are the ruling Stewards and their kin.

Faramir points towards particular portrait, of a lady from the waist up, her gown golden and her eyes serene and undaunted. Her dark hair seems to blow in an unseen wind, for all that the paint is motionless and long dried, and even fixed in place she has a feel of graceful movement to her. "There, that one. I have wondered how accurate a representation it was. What think you?"
freo: (22)

ooh i know just the thing, i'll spring it on you soon lol :3

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-10 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
So many statues! And they all seem to stare at them in stony silence as they pass, kings and stewards of times past. Èowyn thinks it feels a little foreboding, for all that these halls are as fine and lofty as the outside of the Citadel. Some strange coldness seems to cling to the whole house, reminiscent of Meduseld while Théoden was still unwell and Gríma had run of the place. It's good that Faramir guides her, for she thinks she would get lost here left on her own...

Èowyn suppresses a small cough at the musty air of the dark chamber Faramir lets them into, for clearly nobody has been here in a while. She wonders at the neglect, but soon has other things to think about once Faramir begins to pull aside the heavy curtains that block out the light of day. She waves a hand in front of her face slightly as the billowing curtains spill out some dust from their folds, fighting another cough for a moment.

"So many," she wonders aloud with some astonishment as light floods into the room and illuminates the arrays of paintings in all possible sizes, it seems to her. Then Faramir points out the one of Morwen, and Èowyn is drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It is impressive indeed, and for a while she takes in the likeness of her grandmother in her prime in reverent silence, pondering the question.

"The artist has captured her grace, for she ever seemed to glide rather than walk, and age never bowed her proud frame. Though I recall she often appeared... troubled." Èowyn frowns a little, trying to remember more, but it was a long time indeed since Steelsheen last walked among the Eorlingas, and she a mere child then.

"She had such dark hair, even in her twilight years-- but her children were born with grandfather's fair hair, as far as I know. How queer she must have seemed to the Rohirrim at first, tall and ethereal. I wonder if she thought the same of her new home and people after Lossarnach? I could not say. Steelsheen, my folk started calling her for her beauty and pride. They came to love her, no matter how foreign at first."
whattheydefend: (~ warm)

oooh I am curious now! yay!

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-10 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Tall, beautiful, and proud...Faramir looks on Eowyn as she speaks and thinks the family resemblance very clear, though he has his own opinions as to which of the two is the more fair.

"Steelsheen...that suits her," he says, looking back to the portrait. Morwen's is a cool beauty, like the glimmer of light on a blade. "What troubled her, do you think? Living far from her own homeland? For that would, I imagine, be a difficult thing, even if your new people came to love you."
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freo: (pic#12556654)

welp, here goes! :3

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-10 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think so, as well. Possibly that was one reason, and also the passing of my mother at such an early age. The loss of a child should trouble any parent, I imagine. Perhaps she also missed Thengel, who died some fifteen years ere my own birth."

She takes one last, long look at Morwen's painting, before the other ones lined up on the walls beckon, her curiosity aroused. Èowyn moves slowly, studying more noble faces and heads of dark hair-- sons and daughters of Gondor, of Dol Amroth, captured in paint. But then Èowyn stops in front of another painting, much like that of Morwen's, her breath catching a little.

For it is a painting of a beautiful lady of near elven grace, dark-haired and smiling gently-- and wearing the same midnight blue mantle on her shoulders that now rests upon Èowyn's. For certainly, there can be no mistaking the glorious garment. There's a familiarity in the lady's features, and instinctively she knows.

"Is this your mother?" she asks a little breathlessly, eyes still peeled on the painting. And what she really wants to ask is: Am I wearing her mantle?
whattheydefend: (~ in earnest)

oooooh what a good idea!

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-11 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah. Faramir hears the unspoken question as well as the one asked, and his gaze flits to the starry cloak on Eowyn's shoulders before he joins her in staring at the picture on the wall. "It is," he confirms. "Finduilas of Dol Amroth. She passed when I was but five." Another thing they have in common, he and Eowyn. They both know what it is to have a mother who faded from grief.

He raises a finger to trace the line of Finduilas' hair, though he does not quite touch the canvas. "My father never recovered from her loss, I am told, and that matches my memories of the time. He loved her most deeply." He hesitates, considering, but finishes. "He had that cloak made for her before she came here, for it is much colder in Minas Tirith than in the southern regions."
freo: (39)

glad you like it! C:

[personal profile] freo 2018-09-11 05:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"She was very beautiful," Èowyn says quietly and with an edge of sadness, for it is true that they both know the grief of losing a mother to such soul sickness. And yet, her mind is abuzz with speculation, still reeling a little over the fact that Faramir had chosen to grant his mother's cloak for her to wear. It feels too intimate a gift, such an heirloom.

Faramir's hesitant addition confirms it. A lover's gift, then. Her cheeks tint with some color at the implication, some knot of emotion lodging behind her breastbone she finds difficult to untangle.

"Surely, my lord, your mother's mantle is too fine and precious a thing for me to wear like this." She bites her lip. How clumsy her tongue suddenly is! She does not wish to appear ungrateful, but... "Is there no Gondorian lady who might bear it?"

To her dread, she realizes she'd just asked him none too subtly if he was affianced. For a moment, she wishes the stones beneath her feet would open up and swallow her, save her from the mortification of her blunder. But just as swiftly, some of her old stubborn determination sparks in her; no, she would not take it back, but weather it as she must.
whattheydefend: (~ quiet)

[personal profile] whattheydefend 2018-09-11 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"There is not," Faramir says simply. He is silent for a moment, still looking at Finduilas's portrait rather than at his companion, before he continues. "If you truly feel it is too great a gift, I can find some other for you, if you prefer. But it has lain unused and packed away in a chest for decades, which seemed to me a sad waste of a beautiful thing. And I think my mother would be glad to know it now graced your shoulders."
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so, so much, yes ;;

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omg perfect

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both are a+ icons

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I love them so.

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timeskip for a smidge?

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let the skipping commence!

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it's true lmao

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timeskip it is!

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yesss, so good

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very soon, definitely...

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exactly.

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welp, this is giving me feels...

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Wasn't that the plan? ;)

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more satisfying that way. :3

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