Chapter Text
Dwalin hummed softly to himself as he entered the room of the tavern that Thorin's Bilbo had organised for him that evening. He could hear the distant chants and tuneful merriment of his men as he closed the door and looked it silently behind himself and he thought of joining them. However, upon remembering his important meeting with his Ori tomorrow, he decided against the drinking for this night.
The pirate captain gracelessly pulled off his jacket and then his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. He emptied the warm jug of water, carefully left for him by the staff of the tavern to wash in when he returned, into a nearby basin and grabbed a rag from a nearby drawer. When he placed his hands into the water to submerge the rag in water he began to feel the hairs on the back of his neck begin to prickle and his shoulders tense as he felt a hardened pair of eyes watching him. He turned steadily to look behind himself in the room, noting the lights dimming from the breeze that traced it's cold fingertips over the flames from the open window.
Dwalin frowned slightly, leaving his washrag to soak as he marched slowly to the windowpane and sealed it with an audible click of an old lock.
The silence ended a moment later.
Dwalin fell into a startled gasp as a chain wound itself around his neck from behind him, sliding his hand between the cold metal and his flesh in panic as to stop himself being choked instantly. He struggled for a moment, turning his head to look at his attacker before throwing his head back and colliding it with the forehead of the stranger behind him and sending him stumbling back. Dwalin seized the moment of distraction to free the chain from his neck and block the dagger that same dangerously close to the side of his head. However, as the blade passed he caught the glinting decal of something far too familiar for him to come to terms with quickly. A matching crest to that of the locket Ori had gifted him.
The man took this moment of distraction to propel Dwalin backwards onto a table, leaning over him with the dagger once more and waving it precariously over his face. Dwalin pushed back against his assailant and smacked away the hat that crowned the autumnal locks, revealing a deep set of brown eyes that sunk into Dwalin's damaged soul and made him breath out a single name that was building in his mind.
"Ori."
The assailant practically growled and threw the larger man from the table, gathering back his hat and blade again before running to the pirate and kicking him in the ribs. It hurt less than what Dwalin had expected, feeling numbness in his chest more than anything.
"Do not taint that name with your foul breath, vagabond." The man hissed lifting his blade again, ready to strike again and Dwalin gazed up at his attacker, his mind flickering to his conversations with Ori and then two names appeared in his mind.
"Dori?"
The man growled again, forcing his arms further down and swinging the blade dangerously close to Dwalin's face.
"Nori?"
The man paused, his brow furrowing as he quickly climbed off the pirate captain, letting him breathe for a moment.
"You know me?" His masked assailant - Nori - asked now and Dwalin slowly sat up, afraid to unnerve the attacker.
"Only by name." Dwalin replied holding his slightly jostled ribs and stretching slightly to ease the sudden pain. "Ye're Ori's brother?"
"How do you know him?" Nori asked, stowing his knife back into his belt and flipping his cloak over it, concealing it completely from any prying eyes.
"I met him in a tavern one night, many months ago and-"
"A tavern?" Nori interrupted with a scowl, his left hand flying to his concealed dagger and holding it there threateningly. "My young brother does not drink! Why do you spout such nonsense and lies, pirate?"
"He was not drinking." Dwalin replied steadily and Nori's scowl did not lift for a moment. "He was searching for ye."
The dark haired mans eyes held a moment of sadness in them, a story that was deep in his soul that he could not share or a feeling he would not voice here to Dwalin. The sadness vanished as Nori returned his gaze to Dwalin and frowned.
"You know nothing of me, you know nothing of my brothers." Nori stated and Dwalin knew it wise to keep his thoughts to himself as Nori began walking to the open window and climbed to the ledge beneath it, giving Dwalin one last sharp gaze. "Do not seek my brother out again and I will not seek you out in return. Do I make myself clear?"
Dwalin paused for a moment in thought. He thought of Ori and of the moments they had shared, pure and perfect short moments that he knew he wanted more of. He thought of Ori's gentle eyes that pulled him close and kept him near and warm like that of a lovers warm embrace. He thought of Ori's wit and intelligence which was sharper than any sword and made his own dull and dim in comparison. He thought of two perfect lips, that he had yet to touch with his own, the kind that would furrow under pearls of teeth when the boy was nervous or inquisitive. Dwalin was a pirate, a plunderer of pure, unguarded treasures, he was a sea wolf and he knew he would never be satisfied if he left such a treasure as that of Ori untouched.
He did not say this to the temperamental brother of course, instead only a handful of syllables passed from his mind into the air.
"I understand."
Nori nodded briefly before ducking out of the window, leaving a conflicted and pondering pirate captain behind.
----
Ori sat beside the open window of his bedroom, eyes closed and lungs embracing the soft sea air as he thought. However, when he heard a rattle of the outside gate, his eyes flipped open and gazed down to see his cloaked brother entering the garden, pulling his hat from his head and sweeping his hair back in nervousness with his hand. This was a familiar sight to Ori, one he had witnessed since he was a young boy, Nori sneaking in late at night while Dori slept with the look of panic on his face was a sight Ori would never forget and he knew it well, even in the darkness of the night he could see those sharp eyes glint in nervousness.
Ori sighed and settled against the adjacent wall of his window, tracing the mist that formed on glass with his slim finger. In the distance he heard the sounds of drunken men and lustful women down at the taverns and docks, he heard the rumble of his brothers snores through the walls of his room and the cries of sleepless children that rested down the halls. Over all that, Ori heard silence, uninterrupted and empty silence. He had not grown up in an empty home, quite the opposite really, the rooms were always loud and full with passing travellers and friends of the family and new stories, but even then. Ori also found himself able to be in a roomful of people and yet feel like he was never there at all. He knew he could not be this way forever, one day he would meet someone that would make him feel like although he was the only one in the crowded room, he was the one that was the most important.
This, to him, was Dwalin.
Dwalin made him feel as though he was the most important man in the world and that his existence on this world was all that mattered and that if Ori did not wake tomorrow, then neither would the sun or the moon.
"What are these feelings?" Ori whispered aloud to himself, filling the silence around him, while tugging gently at the silk Dwalin had gifted him with his thumbs. "What is it in him that makes me feel as though I can move mountains and moons? Is it he and not me that controls my mind and heart? He who thinks too much and says nothing at all... My contrast, my shaded light. He who takes my heart and keeps it warm and like that of gold. He who calls me friend and beholds me as if I am he who owns the earth. He who owns me so completely..."
Ori paused as he heard footsteps approach his door. He quickly muffled the candle at his side with damp fingers and hissed slightly at the touch before throwing it under his desk and hurrying to his bed, diving in quickly and pulling the covers over his head, feigning sleep.
Nori opened the door to his brothers room, gazing around at the darkness and the still figure of his young sibling in the darkness. He sighed, rubbed his neck at his own paranoia at the voices in the room, before turning and closing the door behind himself again.
Ori wriggled from beneath his sheets and peered his head out before lifting the scrap of silk into his hands again, his thumb petting the glittering fabric.
"The man who owns my heart," Ori sighed and held the silk to his chest. "Does he know these feelings that crowd my mind?"
Ori settled into the covers once again and fell into an uneasy sleep, his mind still pondering such questions and riddles even as he slept.
----
Dwalin stared down at the midday platter of the food in front of him while his crew around him ate hungrily at the untainted and parasite free food Bilbo had presented for them. Only Dwalin knew of Bilbo and Thorin's intimate affairs when the second in command came to land, it was better for only a few to know then a handful with loose lips and morals. However, the two did little to conceal it, whether they knew that or not was a different idea completely. Thorin bit into a handful of salted meats, giving Bilbo a ravished look from the innkeepers place behind the bar, the small man blushed and tried to busy himself, but his gaze always returned to Thorin. It made Dwalin's chest ache to think he could have something as deep and strong as their love and he realised just how late in the day it was becoming and his promise of a meeting at noon with Ori.
"I must go." Dwalin said as he quickly got to his feet, his chair creaking loudly and his crew startled as they looked up to their leader. "Thank ye, f - fer the food, Bilbo."
"It is no bother." Bilbo replied with a kind smile and Dwalin nodded once as he quickly took off toward the door.
"Captain, we must discuss our time of departure, I hear-" One of his crew began but Dwalin quickly silenced him as he pulled on his cloak.
"This evening I will. You have my word." Dwalin stated quickly before turning to the door and pulling it open with a hurry, nodding to his crew once as he dashed out and closed the door noisily behind him, waking some of the drunken patrons a he went.
"Well, what has him so hotblooded?" Bilbo asked and Thorin shrugged, his mind wondering about his friend as he returned to his food.
----
Ori waited patiently beneath the archway of the town church, smiling and nodding to people that passed him and greeted him. However, he was disinterested in much more as his mind was focused on more important thoughts of Dwalin and his presence that was yet to appear.
"I don't think I should be this close to yer church, I would surely burst into flames." A thick voice said behind him and Ori grinned and turned to the pirate, whose hat was removed and head bowed in apologies.
"The church welcomes all, Dwalin." Ori replied and Dwalin snorted slightly.
"There are not many like me, Ori. To say all is welcome is much indeed." Dwalin contested and Ori's smile did not falter as he reached out for the pirate and offered him his arm.
"Then perhaps you have not been to the right churches. I will show you." Ori soothed and Dwalin slowly took his arm, allowing himself to be lead to the church and past the heavy doors that concealed the silence within.
There were few people in the church, on buckled knee and praying to their god in rows of wood that corralled both sides of the rooms and presented the large cross in the centre of the wall that was caressed by the soft light of coloured glass on all sides of the church that was not obvious from the solid stone outsides of the church. Dwalin gazed around as he pulled off his over cloak and folded it over his arm as Ori left his side briefly while he gazed around. The walls were solid stones and as cold as the colour grey that wrapped around them, the only source of warmth was a fireplace in the corner of the room just behind a podium where a grey haired man stood, eyeing Dwalin with uncertainty before nodding politely to him. Ori returned to his side and dabbed something wet to Dwalin's forehead, making the man jump and move back slightly, pulled from his thoughts.
"What is that?" Dwalin asked and Ori smiled softly as he pressed his fingers either side of Dwalin's chest in a careful movement before repeating the action on himself.
"A blessing of holy water." Ori replied simply and Dwalin frowned slightly before following Ori to the wooden benches on either side of the room and shuffling onto one of them, watching Ori carefully as he slowly kneeled and placed his clasped hands to his forehead in thought and prayer. Dwalin had not seen such a sight since before his mother died. He was a young boy when he first saw his mother kneel beside their fireplace and whisper to the bricks that formed it, holding a silver chain in her hands and rubbing her thumb on the cross that formed the end. Ori was just as beautifully enchanting in prayer as his own mother was and Dwalin could not find himself looking away as Ori finished his prayer and gazed up at him.
"Do you not pray?" Ori whispered, eager to not disturb the group of prayers in the front that searched out the council of god. It had only just occurred to him that it was only the two of them in the back, away from prying eyes and questioning glares. The two of them only and multiple votive candles behind them to keep them wrapped in a warm light.
"I do not... not often." Dwalin replied and Ori smiled slightly and gently touched the wooden bench before them and sighed.
"I came here every Sunday in your absence, I prayed for you every morning and night." Ori said softly, his gaze following the grain of the wood until Dwalin's hand reached over gently and clasped Ori in his own, causing the smaller man to gasp at the touch and pull his hand back like it had cause to burn him. "Good sir, what touch was that in such a sacred place?"
"One that is sacred to me only." Dwalin replied, moving forward slowly in hopes of catching Ori's lips with his own, to plunder such a treasure. However, Ori pulled further away, even though his eyes were closed, unable to look at the pirate captain.
"Ignoble sir, this is place of spirit, not sinful lust." Ori breathed and opened his eyes to look at Dwalin, a mistake as he saw Dwalin's warm hooded eyes gazing at him longingly in the soft candlelight. Ori bit his lip gently and Dwalin tried to move in to kiss him again, causing Ori to pull back completely and get to his feet as he hurried from the benches, concealing himself behind a stone wall. Dwalin hurried after him and soon found his arms wrapped around the young man again, who was attempting to push the taller man away, though there was no heart in it.
"I cannot, though I must say it has been on my mind often, I cannot appease you as that which you desire." Ori said carefully as he tried to break free and he knew he could, Dwalin was not holding him tightly and he could push him away easily, but he found himself not wanting to. "It - It is sin. You are sin."
"I care for only one kiss." Dwalin stated as he gently grazed Ori's cheek with his calloused lips. "A single kiss will keep me sated for a thousand years if it came only from your lips, beloved."
"A kiss will lead to more." Ori breathed, leaning into the touch on his cheek before noting his movement and pulling away again. "Like poison from a wound, a little will hurt but the oncoming more will kill us both."
"A delicious death." Dwalin whispered, cupping Ori's head in his hands and tilting it up, peppering the mans neck with kisses, making Ori sigh dreamily and attempt to push back.
"You have the devils fire inside you." Ori whispered as Dwalin bit gently on his adams apple. "I am surprised it would only take a vagabond man to turn me in such a way."
"Then cleanse me, Ori. Ye are the only one to extinguish the devils fire that stirs me." Dwalin mumbled and Ori went weak in his arms, holding to the tops of his shoulders while Dwalin cradled Ori's shoulder blades in cupped hands, continuing his kisses on his neck.
"You must vow to me." Ori replied in a gentle whisper and Dwalin held him tighter, his lips never leaving the soft skin of Ori's neck.
"Vow to ye?"
"Vow to me your loyalty, your love, your lust, forever and always, until we are nothing but starry rings upon gods hand." Ori implored and Dwalin breathed deeply holding his love close.
"I vow to ye Ori, though I am destined to walk this world alone, I will hold ye in my heart and my head for as long as ye will in return. If I travel to the edges of this world and further, know that I will always return to ye. There is not a force on this earth that will keep me from ye." Dwalin carefully eased a heavy ring from his finger and slid it to Ori's own. "I make ye this promise."
Ori smiled carefully and took his prayer beads in hand and wrapping it around Dwalin's hand, sealing it with a press of his lips and making Dwalin moan softly.
"And I vow the same, I shall be yours for as long as you desire me."
"Eternity?" Dwalin questioned softly as he gazed down at the beads around his palm.
"Infinity." Ori replied before Dwalin pulled him forward and sealed the vow between their lips.
Ori moaned gently into the touch as though it was a blessing by god himself as he wrapped his arms around Dwalin's shoulders and pulled him closer as Dwalin pulled him up onto his toes to reach the overwhelming height of the man. Dwalin opened his mouth tentatively and Ori followed the movement before the taller man plunged his tongue into Ori's mouth like the ravishing of secret treasure and jewels on his adventures. He pulled Ori impossibly closer and ran his fingers through the curls of amber hair while Ori tugged the back of the pirates head with a single hand and tilted his head to deepen the kiss. They broke apart moments later and exchanged panting breaths and blushes before Ori gently took Dwalin's wrist and pulled him from out of the church and towards his home.
----
Ori was relieved by the fact the house was deserted when he returned with Dwalin on his arm, as his brothers had gone to a market in the next town over and travellers had gone very early this morning to catch a ship back to their homelands.
The two were now in Ori's room, the door was locked and curtains drawn as they kissed in the centre of the room and never stopped until Ori pulled back and ran his hands down Dwalin's chest, tugging at the string that kept his collar sealed and pulling the fabric down to kiss at the base of the mans neck.
"Ori, beloved, I have never had lips like your before that touch me in such a way." Dwalin breathed and Ori smiled against his neck and bit gently.
"And you will never again."
"Never again." Dwalin breathed in repetition as he toed off his boots and leaned down to capture the sacred lips, before sinking lower to his knees down Ori's body before he was kneeling in front of the small man and holding him around his knees. "I'll need no other ever again, if I can only have you this night."
"How do you wish to have me, pray tell?" Ori asked innocently and Dwalin growled slightly in desire at those round inexperienced eyes that watched him eagerly.
"Softly, sweetly, and slowly." Dwalin hissed gently and Ori hummed in reply. "Then as rough as you can take so ye will think of no other when I am gone."
"I have thought of no other since I met you." Ori whispered honestly and ran his fingertips over Dwalin's pierced ears before shoving him slightly and sending him toppling onto his rear, tugging open the front of his shirt as he did. "It is the proper act for one to get undressed in these circumstances, is it not?"
Dwalin nodded quickly and fumbled as he untied the fronts of his shirt, his fingers older and more damaged than that of Ori's and unable to work with such fluidity as that of the smaller man. Ori slowly pulled his shirt from his shoulder, letting it part to reveal his chest and fall to the floor before he turned his back to Dwalin and carefully worked down his trousers and briefs. Dwalin's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Ori's bare form as the smaller man peered shyly.
Elbows bowed like the very harp of cupid pointed gently to the centre of a smooth, freckled back. A small patch of hair nestled just at the bottom of the soft spine and legs that would seemingly climb on forever if it did not end on the two earthly pale globes of Ori's arse, perched upon the softest dimples in the backs of Ori's thighs that Dwalin would gladly trace with his tongue and framed by a slim pair of hips that seemed out of place on the roundness of the arse in front of him, which would surely drive any weak man to insanity. An insanity that Dwalin was sure was currently melting his brain like the suns rays on a weak ships boards.
Dwalin carefully got to his knees and pulled himself closer to the arse that would call to him in his dreams, but the illusion shattered with a soft laugh and the arse retreating from him. He watched as Ori shyly tiptoed away and laid on his front on the bed, peering at Dwalin over his shoulder and raising his eyebrows with a smile.
The pirate finally got to his feet, though his legs were quite weak from the lack of blood in them, and finally pulled off his shirt.
"Oh so serious." Ori teased and wriggled slightly as Dwalin frowned and tried to untie his trousers quickly. Dwalin hummed and chuckled slightly as he finally pulled the strings free and pulled the piece of clothing down his legs.
"I am not a young pup like ye, ye know." Dwalin huffed and Ori smiled.
"I know that, you're an old sea dog." The smaller man teased again, the blood no longer in his mind to stir any sort of conversation beyond teasing acknowledgements.
"A sea dog that's whip ye into shape." Dwalin replied and Ori's blush brightened at the implications before he hid his face in his hands and giggled slightly.
Dwalin finally freed himself from his underclothes and quickly climbed onto the bed, instantly pressed his lips to the dimples in Ori's thighs.
"Ye're a spectacle." Dwalin mumbled and Ori hummed slightly, his thighs tightening at the touch. "How has no other had ye for themselves?"
"None could ever grasp my soul the way you have." Ori replied and Dwalin lifted himself up, gazing at Ori who was peering at him back with open honest eyes. Dwalin pressed their lips together softly in thanks and promise.
Between the kissing and gentle touches, Ori rolled over and finally revealed his front to Dwalin and it made the sea wolfs mouth water at the look of dusky nipples as pale as the dawn beginning to harden and a cock blushing between a brown nest and tilting slightly. Dwalin couldn't help but moan.
"Ye're radiant." Dwalin whispered and Ori hummed.
"You're quite the sight yourself." Ori replied as he climbed to his knees, allowing Dwalin's touches on him as he leaned forward and took Dwalin's metal studded nipple into his mouth, making Dwalin keen slightly and pull from the sudden touch but Ori continued his lavish licks while his finger fiddled with the second pierced nipple. Dwalin moaned softly as he ran his hands over Ori's pale back and grabbed the globes of pale flesh that was calling his name. Ori made a shrill sound and pulled back, causing Dwalin to pull his hands back and holding them at the side of his head. Ori straightened himself in Dwalin's arms and placed his hands to the mans shoulders, his cheeks blushing intensely.
"You must warn me if you wish to be so forward." Ori stated and Dwalin smiled slightly and nodded and Ori repeated the movement before nodding slightly and looking down, his eyes widening at the sight of something glinting from between Dwalin's legs.
"Is there not anywhere on your body that is not obscenely large?" Ori asked curiously and Dwalin looked down for himself, chuckling and blushing at the sight of his swelling cock.
"I'll let ye know if I think of such a place." Dwalin replied and Ori smiled nervously. "Well, I think me brain would be one of the smallest parts of me."
Ori giggled slightly, a little less nervously as he gripped Dwalin's shoulders tightly and sighed.
"Will it hurt terribly?" Ori questioned as he gazed up with wide innocent eyes and Dwalin was brought back to the reality that this was truly Ori's first time, he was not acting it out as many women and men had done in Dwalin's time. Ori's eyes were filled with a fluttering innocence and nervousness that came with the first time and it was a look Dwalin had not seen since his own first time.
Dwalin shook his head gently and rubbed Ori's sides gently.
"Not if ye trust me." Dwalin replied and Ori smiled as he wrapped his arms around Dwalin's shoulders and pressed their foreheads together.
"I trust you, completely." Ori stated in confirmation before pulling Dwalin into a kiss and leaning back to pull the large man onto the bed with him and running his hands over any broad muscle that Ori could reach on the large man.
Dwalin seemed to lose all sense of thought in the passing minutes between Ori kissing him, pulling smooth ointment from the drawers and proclaiming strongly that they were his hands when they cramp, and then dipping his hands in the pot. Dwalin seemed to return to himself as he pushed the third finger into a whimpering Ori and kissing him tenderly.
"Beloved, my treasure, look at me." Dwalin whispered against his lips and Ori peered open carefully, his hands clasped over his mouth to stop his whimpers becoming to loud as Dwalin massaged his fingers inside of the heat of his arse.
"Are ye doing well?" Dwalin asked tenderly and Ori nodded in reply, removing his hands from his mouth and kissing Dwalin. However, as he did Dwalin began to scissor his fingers apart and made Ori moan loudly, their kiss burnt lips coming apart with an unforgiving smack.
"Dwalin, don't stop." Ori sighed quickly as he pulled his knee furthest from Dwalin's arm up and dug his toes into the covers, his fingers doing the same in the pillows behind him and Dwalin continued his ministrations, kissing Ori's chest, neck, and underarms as he did.
Dwalin was soon content that Ori was well stretched and pulled his fingers out, ignoring the desperate clamp around him as Ori willed him to keep them in. Dwalin pressed their lips together to stop his complaints and carefully got to his knees, Ori following the movement as he did until they were adjusted around with Ori's back to the headboard and Dwalin kneeling in front of him, licking tenderly at the beard burns that were scattered around Ori's supple body.
"Are ye ready?" Dwalin asked carefully as he rubbed his cock with Ori's ointment until he was completely hard again.
"Yes." Ori whispered as he parted his knees and wrapped them around Dwalin's waist, waiting for the larger man to grip the headboard behind him and steadily begin to push in. Ori cried out with every inch and Dwalin kissed him tenderly to soak up the beautiful sound.
Ori found his body arching into Dwalin's at the first thrust, his head tilting to the side as Dwalin kissed his neck and he gazed at the candle on his bedside, the flame dancing with every strong thrust of his beloved and changing the light of the room at every movement and highlighting the dips of Dwalin's muscled back where Ori suck his fingers and clung to him as the headboard knocked.
"Ye do not know how many nights I have dreamt of this," Dwalin said honestly and Ori hummed as he kissed the mans neck. "I have dreamed of being inside of ye far too often."
"I cannot say the same," Ori replied just as honestly. "For I thought myself ill for wanting this, I feared - ah - but I fear no longer."
Dwalin hummed and gripped the headboard tighter as it rocked more. The feeling of being insider Ori was something that he could not describe just like the feeling of Ori's lips on his own, it was intense but soft and meaningful but simple. It was all Dwalin could ever wish for and more.
Ori sighed deeply as Dwalin hit a spot inside him that filled him with pleasure and Dwalin adjusted his hips to press that area gently with every thrust. Ori came with a loud cry on Dwalin's chest, while Dwalin came with a soft cry deep inside his beloveds body to mark him from the inside and out that he was now Dwalin and Dwalin to him was the same.
They fell asleep wrapped in one another arms beneath the covers of Ori's bed, hidden away from the prying candlelight and moon that peeked through the curtains and Dwalin slept soundly for the first time in many moons, content in his lovers arm.
----
The head of the guard, Captain Joseph Smaugson, read over the letters he had received from the coastal south shores, reports of pirates and vagabonds visiting a tavern by the waters and overstaying their unwanted welcome. Smaugson checked his reports and informant notes briefly, before his eyes widened upon a familiar name written in black ink and traced it with a claw like finger.
'Captain Dwalin Fundin'
A fugitive, a menace, a murderer.
Smaugson quickly grabbed the cloak on the back of his chair and summoned in his guards.
"Captain, why have you alerted us so late in the night?" A slim guard asked while Smaug tied his cloak about his long throat.
"Fundin has arrived on the shore of the south lands."
The slim guards eyes widened at the name.
"Gather every guard you can, we will not lose him again."
The guard nodded and quickly fled the room to gather the men and horses while Smaug pulled a dagger from his desk, twisted it in his hands and gazed down at the sharp parchment sketch of the pirate captain on his desk before lifting the dagger and stabbing it down on the drawing, wood splintering like blood around the paper visage.