not to be confused with smaug

Imagine the dwarves being heartbroken after you tell them that the human life span is shorter than theirs

I was bored and thought I’d try this imagine. Its my first time writing for the hobbit so I hope you understand if it sucks!  Anyway enjoy!

Words: 1,051
Paring: Slight Reader x Thorin

“What happened next?” Kili asked excitedly.
“We had to carry him home. Obviously after he threw up in the streets and allover your mother’s new boots,” Balin explained laughing.
“I hope my 100th birthday is that cool!” Fili sighed longingly.
“It will be. It’ll be the first party thrown in Erebor for a hundred years,”Thorinsaid smiling, his cheeks slightly red from the embarrassment that was his 100th birthday party. 

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Wise as a serpent

A Drabble Games fic requested by @lady-kaaesien, featuring Smaug

99: “Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.” 


Your feet slipped on loose coins, nearly sliding out from under you as you made a desperate dash to hide behind a massive column of carven green stone, not daring to look back at the scale-armored behemoth that followed behind you, trailing its massive tail through the treasure hoard with a relentless, metallic scraping.

“Come now, pretty thief,” the thunderous voice called, “we haven’t finished our conversation.”

Cowering in the column’s shadow, you tried to quiet the ragged gasps that made you lightheaded, praying that the creature would somehow overlook your presence. The noise of its lumbering progress through the hall ceased, and your heartbeat seemed so loud in the sudden silence that you feared it might give away your position. There came the soft clink of shifting coins quite near you, and you flattened yourself against the cool stone, squeezing your eyes tightly shut in your fear.

The voice was quieter, silkier, calling to mind the warning growl of a predatory cat, and much too near your ear.

“Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.”

With a start, you opened your eyes to find yourself looking into the face of a man.

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Perfect Two

Overall Summary: You and Thorin have been best friends for years, but you are more interested in his little brother. Thorin tries his best to get you together but will he succeed? NO SMAUG or SAURON

Summary: Secrets are revealed.

Previous Chapter: Chapter 2

Next Chapter: Chapter 4

As the doors to the throne room closes behind you, you look at Thorin confused. He has the same expression on his face. Did you really just get thrown into an arranged marriage with your best friend and heir to the throne? This day could not get any worse.

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Imagine Bilbo and Threepio meeting, though. 

Threepio: Hello, I am C-3PO, human-cyborg relations. I am fluent in over 6 million forms of communication. 

Bilbo: *being the little linguistics slut that he is* Well, Master Droid, I’m afraid I’m not fluent in quite as many, but I would be honored if you’d teach a simple old hobbit like myself. 

Threepio: *squacks* ( hE CALLED ME MASTER DROID maker fuck my bolts off I must TELL ARTOO)

Discovering love. Prologue

Originally posted by safelystowed

Fandom: The Hobbit.
Pairing: Fili x Reader ( ft the Company of Thorin Oakenshield)
Word Count: 1.881

Requested by Anon: Can I request a Fili x Reader one shot? Human reader who is traveling with the company and she is very very shy. Fili is falling in love with her and he flirts with her and touches her a lot which makes her blush and get nervous but eh thinks it’s cute. Ends with them confessing their feelings a kiss?

A/N: Hey Anon! At first I had trouble with writing this. Falling in love isn’t just a process written in a thousand words. Therefore, I am making this a continuation. There will be coming multiple character as I write it. That way the feeling can be better related and everything just falls better in to place. I hope that is okay with you ^~^. I just can’t write this in one piece or it would be way too long for my liking. I hope you look forward to more! 

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Pt. 2 Oneshot(Request) Traveling w/ tc to tlm & Smaug is interested in u. He trades u for tlm & Thorin agrees bc he's mad.(U r a skin changer u just don't know)(Thorin doesn't realise what he's done till after and tc is furious) This might be long.

Originally posted by middleearth2asgard

Once your screams stopped echoing through the great halls of Erebor, silence was all that was heard from the dwarfs. Kill and Fili looked at each other in shock. Was their best friend really gone forever? Fill gripped sword tight and walked over to the king Under the Mountain.

“You cannot expect me to just stand here uncle! She wasn’t just a girl to me! Do not expect me to stand here and do nothing.”, he said, as he tried to match his eyes with Thorin’s. He felt a hand grip his shoulder.

“Aye, count me in.”, Before said to Fili. 

“Aye!”, the rest of the Company roared. Fili sighed in relief.

 Thorin looked around at the group of men in shock. They didn’t show fear or ager, but instead showed bravery and concern. He looked down at the stone, as your echoed screams filled his mind. He felt angry, but didn’t know why. All his life he had been waiting for the moment when he Arkenstone was his, but once he gained it, he wasn’t happy. Instead he felt clouds fill his mind, he couldn’t think straight. As he looked closer at the stone, he could see his refection. Only, it wasn’t his, it was his grandfathers. The reflection of a sick man. He saw a tear fall from his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t suffer the same fate of his grandfather. Thorin walked over to the edge of the stairs from which he stood and held out the stone.

“I am not my grandfather!”, he let go of the Arkenstone and watched it tumble along the glittering gold. 

He turned back at his brothers and smiled. Balin stood up and grabbed Thorin’s shoulders. Balin smiled and nodded his head. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s go kill a dragon and save y/n.”, he slightly commanded. Fill and Kili smiled wide and hugged their uncle. Soon enough, the  Company of Thorin Oakensheild has set off on the journey to save y/n. 


You could hear the hurricane of Smaug’s wings on either side of you, as you two soared higher into the air. You couldn’t feel the tears on your face, all you could feel was the pain of knowing Thorin had given you up for a rock. You felt tired and slowly began to lead against the giant beast. You could feel every muscle of Smaug move, as he flew through the air. You became hypnotized by his shimmering scales. You placed your hands gently onto a few of the red rocks and softly slid your fingers across them. Suddenly, you heard a purr like sound come from the dragon. You jerked back in surprised, and began to laugh. You didn’t know why you were laughing, there was nothing to smile about at this point time time, but that purr broke down that wall. You felt a sudden shift in direction and the clouds of which he was sailing upon, were gone, All you could see was green land and a few small mountains. You could feel the fresh green air fill your lungs, it was like a drug. You hadn’t see so much green in your life. Then the another shift in the course. You saw Smaug head to the biggest one of the mountains you had seen earlier. You knew this was going to be your knew home, your new life,….your new roommate. Once you got closed enough to the mountain, Smaug pushed back with his wings and tilted enough that you began to fall off of him. You tried to hold on, but their was no chance of safety with this snake. Once you couldn’t feel his leathery skin, you couldn’t feel anything, just air. Suddenly something caught you from your fall. You made a small oof sound, as your legs and arms dangled from you. You placed your hands on the catcher and felt the fimilar claw of Smaug. He’d caught you, no, he’d saved you. You heard a low growl come from him. He slowly drifted over to the opening to a big cave, and gently placed you on the ground. You wobbled a bit, being you having’t walked in a few hours. Then walked into the cave. You felt a loud and hard landing from Smaug. You were confused on why he had brought you here, he could never fit in a cave, even if it was big. It wasn’t that big. You grabbed a stick and motioned Smaug to light it, he took a small waft of air and spewed a fire big enough to light the new torch. You looked up at him and smiled, there is no way he can get to me inside, you thought. Then, unexpectedly you felt a gust of wind take hold of you. You stepped back from the pressure, then immediately the movement of air stopped. You turned to Smaug, but in surprise their wasn’t a dragon, but a tall man. You gasped at the sight, you began to back away, but stopped once you saw the skin to the man. He was tan, but had tattoo like scars on his back. You stepped closer to him, he turned around and looked at you. You saw the eyes, dragons eyes, his eyes.


Perfect Two

Overall Summary: You and Thorin have been best friends for years, but you are more interested in his little brother. Thorin tries his best to get you together but will he succeed? NO SMAUG or SAURON

Summary: You decide to talk to Thorin and run into Frerin

Previous Chapter: Chapter 4

Next Chapter: Chapter 6


The next night, you knock on Thorin’s chamber door. You absolutely hated this feeling. The feeling of no longer being close to Thorin. He was your best friend since you could walk and you had not gone a single day without seeing him, but now because of this new revelation you had gone a month without seeing him and it hurt so much.

The door opens and you frown as you are met with Frerin.

“Can I help you?” Frerin asks coldly. You roll your eyes.

“Where is Thorin? I want to speak to him,” you say, trying to look past him. Frerin crosses his arms.

“What do you want to talk to him about? Want to spout more lies about loving me so you can get closer to Thorin and ruin everything between the two of us?”

You give him a very leveled look.

“What the hell is your problem Frerin. Did that wench get into you? Or is it because you didn’t get into her yet?” you growl and there is a second before Frerin raises his hand but is suddenly stopped by another. It’s Thorin.

“You NEVER lay your hands on a woman, especially y/n. ESPECIALLY her,” Thorin growls, pushing Frerin’s hand down. Frerin looks even more livid than he did before.

“Thorin! Don’t you see what she’s doing to us?”

“She is doing absolutely nothing. It’s you that is causing this unneccasary drama. I told you before, y/n saying she loved you is not some ploy to get us to fight. I don’t even understand how those two correlate, but y/n has loved you for a long time. It has been obvious for quite some time. Now, if you could just leave us for a moment, that would be great,” Thorin says.

Frerin just stares at him and it isn’t until Thorin gives him a shove that he leaves, with him glaring at you. You just stare at the ground.


You shake your head, trying to keep the unwanted tears at bay.

“It was a mistake. Coming here. This whole thing was a mistake. I don’t belong here,” you say, before turning and walking away. Thorin reaches out for your hand and the weight of his hand stops you.

“Please,” he starts, “let’s just talk this out.”

You look at him and nod. He lets go of your hand and you immediately miss the warmth it provided. You follow him into his chambers and you take a seat on the chair by the fire place. He takes a seat across from you. You lean on your hand, staring into the fire.

‘Obviously, Frerin had overheard our conversation last night,” you start after a few minutes of silence.

Thorin sighs, closing his eyes and rubbing his temple.

“He did. He came to talk to me about it earlier in the evening. He’s been here for a couple of hours actually,” Thorin states.

He was really torn. You were his best friend, but Frerin was his brother. He made a decision to just listen and not say anything in order to not insult any of you.

“And I’m guessing it wasn’t good. At all,” you say, still avoiding looking at him.

Thorin shakes his head, also staring into the fire.

“Priscilla has convinced him that the only reason you are confessing your love for Frerin to me is to get me to hate Frerin and he has had that mindset that you only want the worst for us,” Thorin explains and you let out a sigh.

You didn’t hate a lot of people. In fact, you didn’t hate anyone, but this damn dam was on your number one on the list of hate. How dare she?! She has the audacity to accuse you of wanting to cause a rift between the brothers when it was all on her. How could Frerin not see this? You want to punch him in his face.

“You said you wanted to talk to me about something?” Thorin asks.

He was always the one to get to the point. Especially in uncomfortable situations.

“I. I just wanted to talk. We haven’t talked in a while and I miss you,” you say, finally looking at him. He’s already looking at you.

“I do suppose we are both at fault. Me more so than you,” Thorin states.

“No. It’s both of ours not just yours. I should’ve made more of an effort to stop you from avoiding me,” you say, trying to get a smile out of him. He gives in and that makes your heart flutter.

“I suppose. It’s just been kind of weird, you understand why, right?” he asks. You nod.

“I know, but I don’t want it to be like that anymore. I want my old Thorin back. I want to be the person you always come to bother at 3 in the morning or the person you come to when Thranduil has been a shitty person. I want to be like how we were before this all happened,” you exclaim, taking his hand in yours.

Thorin looks at you, before closing his eyes and rubbing his temple. He didn’t let go of your hand so that was a good sign. You hope.

“Its not as simple as that, y/n-“

“I know, Thorin. I know, but I really want things to go back to the way they were. I don’t care if it takes 100 days or 100 years. I just want us to go back to the way it was before,” you say and he sighs, blue eyes opening to look at you.

“I will try, but getting rid of my feelings for you is impossible,” he says. “I’m not asking you to get over your feelings for me. I’m just asking you to be my best friend again,” you tell him and he smiles at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“I will always love you as my best friend no matter what happens,” he says and you smile at him. You didn’t know how this was whole thing was going to end and you didn’t care as long as he had a smile on his face.

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Random hypothetical Middle Earth nerd:

“Haha! Did you know that Smaug is actually like the SMALLEST dragon??? All the other dragons in Middle Earth are bigger than him! HA! Bet you didn’t see THAT coming!!!”

Me, also a Middle Earth nerd:

????????????? this is literally never mentioned in any of Tolkien’s works whatsoever in fact he is said to be the greatest dragon of the Third Age which is why he came to be known by the people of that time as “the chiefest and greatest of calamities” and like I mean Third Age dragons aren’t as big as First Age dragons but he’s still REALLY DARN BIG and even in Peter Jackson’s films it’s canon that the scars on his body are from battles with other dragons in which “he would have NEVER lost” so like I’m really confused about where this myth came from I mean come on guys like–


“–I’m legitimately curious about where this myth started because it’s spread like wildfire ever since botfa came out and I have no idea why and i’m getting thirsty for an answer here because it’s just??? so???? darn??? WEIRD???????

Run Child - Human!Smaug

“Imagine going into Erebor and being caught by human!Smaug. He makes a deal with you; playing hide and seek. If you can escape without him finding you, you’re free. If he finds you…he gets to decide your fate”

 Based off of this imagine

Imagine creator & credit xx

Imagine submitter on blog xx

The rooms were dark and cold. As you walked through the corridors, you felt sick to your stomach. The aching pain of the realization that this was it. The cemetery of Erebor, the once so great kingdom. Now only a wretched memory.

It seemed silent to you, the rooms. You heard of ghost tales, ones that would haunt the halls and whoever roamed them, but so far your walk had been silent.

You had no clue of where you were headed, but the history baffled you and you had to break the rumors yourself. Your friends claimed that you were only going in to find the gold and keep it to yourself, but there was a deeper meaning than riches. Smaug.

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If we agree that dwarves have no concept of kissing, then what if the first time Bilbo declares his feelings he kisses Thorin instead of using words, and Thorin’s all confused like wtf was that and he assumes it’s just some weird hobbit greeting (a very enjoyable one at that) so later on he sees Bilbo and just cries, ‘Ah, Bilbo!’ and kisses him right in front of the Company and Bilbo’s just gone red as Smaug and he’s like 'wHAT WAS THAT’ and Thorin’s like 'I was greeting you, was it not to your satisfaction?’ and Bilbo is just staring at him in horrified wonderment and, very painstakingly slowly, grits out that kisses are not traditional greetings and for Eru's sake, what does he have to do for Thorin to realise how he feels and, to Thorin’s utter confusion, Bilbo finally storms up to him, grabs his collar and says, 'This is my official declaration that I am romantically interested in you, Thorin Oakenshield’ and proceeds to snog the living daylights out of him

Imagine reminding Balin, Thorin and Dwalin of Balin's late daughter

For time-to-get-weird :)


Balin watched as you chatted with Fili, Kili, Ori and Bilbo, you were telling a story from your travels and they were watching you tell it with wide eyes as you recalled the time when you escaped from a pack of wild wolves with only a small scar on your left hip. You danced around the fire dramatically, acting out how you managed to fight them off, swinging your arms round, wielding an invisible sword.

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Imagine Legolas comforting you in your grief

Drabble for: greenleavesleaf

Original request: “Could I request a drabble where Legolas comforts after I witness my best friend getting killed by Orcs? And if you could add my name in please (my name is ailish) thank you love!”

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Word count: 1,172

A/N: Y/F/N means "your friend’s name”, Y/E/C means “your eye colour”. I was listening to Everybody Wants to Rule the World, by Lorde and Fire, Fire by Firefly when I was writing this. I think those songs are really fitting for the Middle-Earth saga. I actually really enjoyed writing this drabble, but sorry if it drags on a little or is a bit repetitive. 

It was all just a blur to you. One minute you had been walking with your friend, the next the two of you had been snatched away from each other. You had kicked and screamed, bit and yelled, but nothing was stopping the orcs. It was all clear up until then, when the orc holding you plunged his dagger into your shoulder and let you fall to the ground, bleeding out.

You could only just remember as they ran their knife across the neck of your best friend, the pain of watching him/her die consumed you; more so than the pain of your wound. You had let out an anguished scream and rushed over to your friend lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, eyes glassy and skin pale. You dropped to your knees, clutching your head and sobbing. The next thing you remembered was Tauriel, the captain of the guard, finding you along with some other elves.

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Enslaved by a King- [Wine and Seduction Edition]- Thranduil Fanfiction


The King of Mirkwood hands you a glass of wine. It shimmers under the torchlight, the color of blood and fire. You have had wine before. Thick and sour, served in jewel-encrusted goblets, under the watchful eye of your previous master. You can remember the glare of his bright amber eye as you obediently downed goblet after goblet, until the world swirled red, gold, and black. You would dance for him, his fiery breath against your bare flesh.

Thranduil grazes your shoulder with the tips of his fingers. His touch jolts you from your memory, and the glass in your hand quivers.

“Take care not to spill,” his voice is low at your ear. “This is a rare vintage. The fruit harvested under the gleam of starlight before the dawn of Tarnin Austa.”

He dips a slender finger into his wine, and traces it along your lips. The wine is cold and bittersweet. His finger is hot. Your breath catches in your throat and your heart pounds wildly. You bring the glass to your lips and gulp it down. He catches your hand and pulls the glass from you.

“Such wine is to be savored, not washed down like an inebriant.”

“…I thought my lord wanted me to forget,” you mumble. The wine is sweet; it lingers on your tongue.

A crease forms between his eyebrows. “Forget?”

The wine cellar is spinning slightly, and you blink. “Smaug would give me drink, so that I would not remember.”

“And what would a dragon be so anxious for you to forget?”

You shake your head. “…I don’t…remember.”

You stumble, and he catches you in his arms. His chest is warm and firm under his silver brocade. The wine is fire in your chest, spreading through you, warm and rich. 

“There is more to wine than relief from the past. It burns away deceit, exposing who we truly are. Both the beautiful and the wretched.”

He takes a slow sip from the wine. The world is swimming color and light. In the haze, he is beautiful, brilliant and cold like a diamond. But you know the fire that burns within him, dark and deadly. How you long to play with that fire. The burn of the wine has emboldened you, and you trail your finger down his neck, resting on the gnarled gem at his throat. You try to unclasp it. He catches your wrist.

“It seems like you’ve had too much. You should return to your quarters.”

“…No,” you whisper. “…We should stay.”

Amusement plays on his lips. “Why is that?”

You take his hand and slide his finger into your mouth. You lap at it slowly, sucking off the sweet remnants of the wine. His mouth falls open, and he knits his eyebrows.

“…And what do you think you are doing?” His voice is low and cold, but you can feel his desire growing beneath his trousers. You don’t answer. You love the sensation of his fingers on your tongue, filling your mouth. It makes you want something. Something deep. Fulfilling. It must show on your face because he draws a sharp breath. You run your tongue between his fingers, watching his eyes grow dull with lust. You nip his finger gently. He clenches his jaw, his nostrils flaring slightly. You are fire. Every inch of your sensitive skin is crying desperately for the friction of him. 

“Touch me,” your breathe.

He raises his eyebrows. “…You dare command a king? Must I remind you who is your master?”

Slowly, your tear the fragile silk of your dress, your eyes never leaving his. It comes apart like tissue paper in your fingers and falls to the floor. You wrap your arms around his neck. Pulling him close, you flick the edge of his ear with your tongue. You press your mouth against his ear. "You are, my lord. My king. My master.“

He utters something in elvish, something between a curse and a prayer. A battle rages inside him; it consumes his will and his pride like wildfire. You watch him falter, and suddenly you are entwined, conjoined. You are lips and desire and tongue and fingers upon singing flesh. You are fingers grasping, breath fast and urgent, whispers of fabric coming undone. For what is fabric but distance between you and him? You are primal strength and will. You are whole. Blissful, wonderful, and whole.

You wake, aching with sweet satisfaction. You are sprawled on top of him, naked and slick. His orange robe is splayed over the cellar floor beneath his bare, heaving body.  His usual pristine hair now in complete disarray. He is glaring at you.

”…My lord?“ You croak. Your throat is sore, as if you’ve been screaming for hours. He flips over and pins you beneath him. His eyes are dark with anger.

"Ah. You finally wake,” he seethes. “Is there anything else you’d like? Anything else you desire? Anything else your master can do to serve you?”

There are bits of twigs, leaves, and berries tangled in his hair. You gingerly reach and pull the pieces from his hair and stare at them.

“…My lord, your crown-”

He snatches the broken pieces from your hands. “Yes, I am well aware. Never in thousands of years has anyone ever-” he broke off.

You are staring at him, wide-eyed and confused.

 "…Do you not remember anything?“

You shake your head nervously.

”…Good.“ He sighs. He looks relieved. "You are not ever to drink again. Not with anyone else but me. Am I clear?”

You nod, still confused. "…Have I…displeased my lord?“

He licks his lips, as if unsure how to answer your question. Then he pins your arms over your head and kisses you roughly.

"It would please me even more to start over,” he growls in your ear. “With your pleasure purely at my whim.”

[posted 1.1.14]

[Note: This is a chapter from the series Enslaved by Kings and Dragons

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First rough sketches for my Skyrim/Dragonborn Crossover for the hobbitreversebang. These are only some inputs, a masterpost with both the “covers” for my two entries and all the infos will come later on!
It’s vaguely based on Skyrim main plot. A little summary for better understanding, more will come in future:

When Bard kills Smaug, his soul unexpectedly comes back to the Mountain to be assorbed by Bilbo and Thorin. They’re both heavily confused until Gandalf appears and reveals that apparently they’re the Dragonborn, the descendent of dragons that is destined to rid the world of their kind. This time though, it has reincarnated into two beings - Bilbo and Thorin indeed. They now must go to the north of Middle Earth to stop the new coming of dragons, and most of all stop the cultists of dragons who want to bring back the great Ancalagon the Black, who would help Sauron take control of all Middle Earth. Things are not made easier by the fact that Thorin - still partially under the effect of the gold-sickness - doesn’t want to leave his newly reclaimed kingdom, Bilbo is extremely cross with him, and it happens that they have to be somehow connected to make their powers work.

Savin' me - Part I


Fandom: The Hobbit
Pairing: Thorin x reader
Sequel to: Trying not to love you [Part 1] [Part 2]
Based on: I gotta say, I found this blog a few days ago and can’t stop rereading your Thorin fics! If I may, I’d like to request one,a Thorin x Reader, perhaps a continuation of Trying Not to Love You- reader and Company go into mountain, and as Smaug chases them he taunts the reader (and Thorin) cruelly about Thorin only loving gold, abandoning them once the mountain is his, being used- and the reader is what looks like killed by Smaug as the reader attacks him in anger, but Thorin finds out she’s okay! I’d love to see Thorin’s horrified reaction to thinking that the reader is dead I’M A SUCKER FOR THAT and only to nearly break down when they find out the reader was fine. I’D GIVE YOU ALL THE GOLD IN EREBOR FOR THIS. Poor Thorin can’t catch a break with these imagines. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! - kingthorin-oakenshield
Notes: none
Words: 2.826
Part II: [x]

Author’s notes: Ok, SO. First of all I really want to thank you for your words >.< And let me add that I am of the same opinion: I’m also a total sucker for moments in which one of a couple seems to die and the other one almost breaks down, but then the first comes back and… wow. Said that, I really wrote too much for this story too, and I had to divide it in two parts (yay, like its prequel!). The second one is a work in progress but I hope to be able to post it soon.
I’m not lying when I say I’m not very much satisfied with this story either. It’s a bad period for writing, I guess… I’m sorry. I really hope it’ll pass soon. And I also you won’t find this one-shot too terrible. Thank you for your request!
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