11. A declaration

When my vision eventually focuses on the ceiling above me, I feel my brows furrow in confusion as I try and work out where the hell I am? I prop myself up on my elbows and blow a strand of my mussed up hair out of my face, oh so elves get hangovers too...lovely!

I groan and fall back on Oliel's bed and pull a woollen blanket over my head so I don't have to experience the spinning motion of the walls. Unfortunately my memory is crystal clear; I remember everything and my tummy starts to get all twisted and fluttery again. Good grief I am worse than a giddy school girl. Composure Clara, remember you are an adult elleth of grace and elegance...oh who am I kidding! I grin unashamedly and feel a fit of delighted laughter escape my lips as I lift my fingers up to trace them, letting the memories linger. I close my eyes and sigh contentedly but just as I get to the good part of my daydream the door knocks loudly and jump bolt upright in the bed.

"Uh who is it?" I croak, ugh my throat it hurts and I am parched, I could drink a river dry and still be thirsty.

There is no answer just another soft but impatient knock, I scowl at the door and absently wonder if this is one of Oliel's tricks to get me out of bed, considering she is not beside me, I hate morning people! Another knock only slightly louder this time, has me cursing and wriggling my way out of the bed sheets;

"Alright I am coming, seriously Ollie if this is some kind of joke I am gonna cheerfully choke you! Have you no sympathy for the poorly?" I whinge as I stagger to the door and haul it open; "And if you even think this is funny I swear I-"

The sensation of chapped but warm lips on mine silences me, the shock of it renders me completely speechless and without the ability to do anything but partially breathe - you know what, strike that I cannot even do that. I am dreaming, I have to still be dreaming? There is no way Thranduil has decided to be my morning wake up call, but evidently he has;

"Good morning," he murmurs happily in my ear, as I suddenly regain consciousness and realise I am standing in the rumpled and wrinkled remains of last night's dress, with birds nest hair and morning breath. Post-alcohol-induced-coma morning breath at that, I am vile and he is not! Smugly standing there with his smoothed hair scraped back and casual clothes, oh I know these clothes, last time he wore these clothes we went into the woods! Well now it is a good morning!

"Morning," I reply shyly as I attempt to divert my mouth so as not to breathe toxic fumes all over him; "Um, what are you doing?"

"Keeping my promise," is his simple reply.

I clear my throat and give him a baffled look; "That is great but um...could you maybe just give me a moment please."

"Why?"

"Just stand there, don't move, just stay," I command and make staying gestures with my hands, he gives me a baffled look as I back up and gently begin easing the door closed; "Just do as your told and stay. I promise your patience will be rewarded."

Thranduil is about to open his mouth and protest but he is a little too slow, I get the door shut and the key turned, before I bite my lip and melt into a gooey mess. I let out a bizarre sounding delighted squeak, and rest my forehead on the door - he kept his promise!

"Clara?" Thranduil's voice is very confused and sounds very close to the door; "What are you doing?"

Drowning in the memory of your eyes and swooning at the very sound of your voice;

"Um...making myself presentable!"

Is what I reply with as I peel myself from the door and start faffing about the room looking for something to wear, or wash myself with, or anything that will make me appear more normal looking!

"Why?" He asks, sometimes he sounds like a petulant child with all his questions, but I kind of love it.

I throw myself on the bed and hang over the other end, rummaging through a pile of blankets. I think there is a robe here, I may have a vague memory of Oliel and I prancing around the room in a long rob acting our gracious King pre alcohol coma.

"Because I am not presentable and you can't see me like this!" I call back, but there is a perceivable silence. I sit upright and scowl at the door, awaiting his sarcastic reply.

"But I just did!" He laughs and I drop my face into the pillow, sighing loudly.

"Yes I know!" Is my muffled reply before I lift my head up to be heard more clearly; "I am trying to recover from that embarrassment. Oh Bingo! I found it!"

"Found what? And what is a bingo?" Thranduil continues to chuckle, well if anything I clearly entertain him; "You are very strange Lirimaer!"

"Quirky, Thranduil, I prefer the term quirky when referring to myself!" I mumble as I quickly locate the wash bowl and slop cold water over my face and body. Oh sweet mother of mercy it is freezing! I curse and gasp frantically, though I choose to ignore the amused titters coming from beyond the door!

Like Lightening I dress, and thanks to Oliel's extreme organisation I source a comb, and viola I am passable as a semi-conscious elf being! I trip over the hems of my robe several times before I reach the door, taking a settling breathe, I yank it open to reveal my new improved look;

"Ta-Da!" I exclaim brightly and strike a pose in the door frame, Thranduil gives me a lopsided grin as he leans on the opposite wall, an appreciative look passing over his features for the briefest moment. "Now where were we?"

The lopsided grin turns into a smirk as he approaches me, he outstretches his long and strong hands to take hold of the edges of my borrowed silver robe. I swallow nervously at his proximity, and the fact that under this robe I am wearing nought but a light underdress. Thranduil's hands swiftly undo the buttons, and I can't watch I just feel my heart rate accelerate and my cheeks begin to burn;

"What...what are you do-doing?" I just about stammer out, I think maybe this is moving altogether too fast, yet I do not feel compelled to stop him. But I have too, as much as I am attracted to him; I am not that type of girl. From somewhere I find self-restraint and attempt to shrug away from him scowling disapprovingly as I do so, he stops and gives me an amused look;

"Do not flatter yourself!" He remarks and firmly tugs the robe before refastening the buttons. I drop my gaze and cringe, he wasn't undressing me he was fixing my botched attempt at dressing myself, I am a pathetic individual! Thranduil teasingly smiles and gently smooth's back part of my hair, which I most likely missed.

"In my defense I am half awake!" I moan and clasp my hand around my face, feeling the familiar heated burn in my cheeks; "I'm sorry, that was presumptuous of me!"

"Twas very presumptuous," he remarks with a haughty expression, but a wicked grin plays on lips; "Though that you think of me in that way is quite flattering...for me."

My mouth pops open and I glare at him; "How? No...That is not...You are so, so...ugh!"

"I think the lady doth protest too much!" Thranduil laughs and turns on his heel, and just when I am about to feel totally deflated that he neither kissed me nor touched me again, he slides his hand over mine in a strong and commanding grasp, pulling me with him.

"Come! You must be hungry?" He grins and quickly rushes me along the connected hallways of his warren like home. I don't have time to ask questions nor do I want to. Thranduil's presence is infectious, if he is in a good mood everyone is bright and happy. Sadly when he is in foul form everyone suffers too! Today he is literally full of the joys of spring and I actually feel his joy, and respond in kind with laughter and complete compliance to his requests.

We crash through two sets of double doors and rush past servants carrying platters of food, or cleaning, or just generally scurrying about. I don't know how many times we run into other elves, both of us laughing and apologizing only half-heartedly. The running and the blur of movement is making me a little sick, if I don't get to sit down soon I might just faint. I need a hangover cure and dearly hope this is what Thranduil is leading me towards. At the last set of smaller doors that we reach, Thranduil spins around and grins slyly as he pushes the doors open with his back leading me forward, with both hands around my wrists;

"You tell no-one you were here!" he warns playfully, "If Oliel discovers it is I that regularly steals from the pantries then I am afraid they will revoke my privileges!"

"Oh how rebellious," I tease and practically shove past him in search of water; "Stealing food without permission? You are abusing your position Prince!"

"It is what I do well!" Thranduil exclaims and without warning picks me up by my waist and kisses me, slamming the door shut behind him.

Well that's it then, all coherent words and thoughts have evaporated into thin air. I helpfully wrap my legs around his waist, well I can't expect him to carry me in an awkward position that would be most impolite! The fact that I grab fistfuls of his hair and crush myself against him is beside the point; this is perfectly acceptable behaviour for slightly more than friends, isn't it?

Thranduil effortlessly carries me whilst engaging in another passionate assault of my lips. I barely register that he has set me upon a countertop until he breaks the kiss with a seductive nip to my bottom lip. I practically lean forward with him completely unwilling to end this kiss, there is no way he gets to bite my lip and just stop, has he no idea what he is doing to me?

"Stay here," he commands in a soft whisper which gives me the shivers.

"M'ok!" I reply happily and watch him disappear into the crooks and crannies of this delightful storage space. This pantry houses a lot of bottled fluids, none of which I hope our wine, the very thought is making me queasy. There are also cakes and sweet smelling breads, and all the types of things that are so very bad for you, but oh so very welcome when normal food is just too displeasing to the tender palette. It's not a very big space, I can't be sure but I could probably pace it out in about six strides in both directions, very cosy, too cosy, the perfect hideaway - oh my heart how it flies!

Thranduil returns moments later with a triumphant look on his face, and brandishing an unmarked bottle with a clay drinking cup, he is also delicately balancing a tray of a very promising looking pastry type concoction that smells sweet and divine. Yes me thinks my tender stomach can handle that, though I hope he doesn't think I am into sharing, because I do not share food! He sets the very appealing pie type cake down, and pours a few mouthfuls of the clear fluid into the cup.

"For the head," he smiles and hands me off the cup.

I cautiously sniff the liquid and tentatively hold it to my lips, it smells safe enough, not alcohol based anyway. I take a small sip and am pleasantly surprised by the flavour; it is a delightful and flavourful cordial, more refreshing than spring water and tastier than lemonade, sweet and tangy I could drink the whole bottle. The after kick is far better, I instantly feel more awake and the previous dull throb in my head evaporates. I feel fine better than fine actually, I feel awesome and energetic. Wow this stuff is amazing, it is far better than a starbucks and that is saying something! I hastily guzzle the rest of the cup much to the alarm of Thranduil;

"Tampa! Tira ten' rashwe," he scolds in an amused tone and gently tugs the cup from my hand.

"Hey!" I yelp and attempt to claw it back. "And stop using your own language I don't know what you are saying!"

"I told you to stop!" he laughs and necks the rest of the contents of the cup; "I thought that much was clear."

"Well I gathered as much but that is not the point!" I sniff indignantly; "And why can I not have some more of that divine heaven sent drink?"

"Because one sip of Miruvor is enough to revitalize the weary body of a grown ellon, you do not need that much for a self-inflicted aliment!" He replies rather patronizingly but smirks just to let me know it was not intentional. "Also may I draw your attention to the fact that this is my home, where we collectively speak our native tongue. It is only out of respect and good manners to you that I speak in your primitive language!"

I go to argue the point but the fruit pie is calling me and with a sigh he helpfully shoves it under my nose, producing a spoon just in the nick of time. I really would not have thought twice about just getting stuck in there with my fingers, now that my hangover is sorted I am famished, well not really but I am craving something sweet! It amuses me that, for a prince, Thranduil does not keep up a pretence of good manners in front of me. We both start scoffing the pie like starved animals, occasionally butting heads and engaging in spoon battles when both of us attempt to go after the same tempting morsel. It alarms me that within minutes we have devoured the entire thing, and I am even contemplating licking the jam covered base, because it was that good! Coming in a close second to the happiness that Thranduil's kiss brought me - I do appreciate good food!

I unashamedly lick my fingers clean and attempt to preen myself. Thranduil chuckles at my predicament and I stop to frown at him;

"What is your problem?" I inquire breezily and continue to rub off any of the lasting stickiness from my lips.

"You are so messy!" He responds but almost in that adoring tone and look that makes me blush.

"So are you!" I point out and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am clean, I am not a messy child!" he snorts but catches my sneaky grin. Before he can stop me I crash the tin into his face, successfully managing to cover his nose and forehead with the remains of the jam. The look of pure shock and horror is so comical I literally laugh so hard that I barely make a noise; I am just shaking involuntarily much to Thranduil's total disgust. I toss the dish to the side before he gets any ideas of retaliation, and clasp his face in my hand, he scowls at me but it only makes me laugh harder;

"It is an improvement," I tease but he rolls his eyes and his jaw clenches; "Oh don't be like that! It was a joke!"

I kiss his forehead in order to remove the sticky substance, and then his nose, and basically I start acting completely out of character as I playfully remove the mess I created. I have never been this careless or bold in my entire life, but with him I am unpredictable, and since our passionate display at the dance last night I am not one bit afraid to push the boundaries. I know I'll freak out later when I am not in his company and regret everything, but in the moment I am having far too much fun to stop! Thranduil starts to laugh at my unorthodox solution to the problem, and it does not take him long to start attempting kissing me back, but I daringly tease it out. I don't let his lips meet mine until I know he has lost all patience, so when he does it is rough and deep.

We continue like this for much to long, but I won't stop him and he shows no sign of wanting to either. The kisses are heated and full of passion, I am practically tingling with anticipation waiting for him to take this further but he never does. Not once does Thranduil's hands stray from my neck or my waist, not once does his restraint lapse. He is completely in control of himself. It is frustrating and incredibly attractive at the same time; for him not to cross that line with me lets me know I am not just an object of entertainment for his pleasure but an equal that he respects. Yet these dangerously alluring caresses and deeply intimate kisses are dangling me too close to the edge,. His self-restraint may be intact but I don't have the same discipline! I would blame the fact that I have not had centuries of practice, but in reality I am just a very hormone driven female!

"We have to go," he eventually mutters breathlessly against my neck and I sigh sadly.

"Yes I know I have a job to do!" I groan and let him pull me off the counter so I stand by his side.

"Not today," he grins as we start to exit the pantry; "I have neglected my promises to both you and Legolas!"

"Thranduil?" I question excitedly and he tilts his head to look at me; "Are we going into the woods again?"

"Not dressed like that!" he laughs and gestures to my hastily thrown together outfit; "but yes, I think we deserve the break."

xXx

The woods are beautiful today, even though the sun is hidden behind cloudy skies with a threat of rain, it is still warm and pleasant. The scent of summer still hangs in the air but the wood is restless, anticipating a change, preparing for a time of harvest. Thranduil rebukes my concerns of rain he tells me there will be no downpour yet, and laughs at my not so believing expression. Legolas is equally as unconcerned as he races ahead of us, clearly as delighted as I am to have busted out of the caves.

Thranduil collected him from his Grandfather after he had left me back to my chambers, commanding me to find something more appropriate to wear. So dressed in my tunic and leggings, and mercifully my laced up boots, I met them at the fountain. From here we took a more common route into the woods, no diving off ledges, and admittedly I am a bit gutted about that.

It was just a causal walk, all three of us laughing and happily engaging in unimportant conversations,. Of course Thranduil never touches me or gives anything away with his son in our presence, and neither do I. Though are resumed easy friendship puts Legolas at ease, and he keeps us entertained and on our toes as he scales trees or disappears for moments in time. When he returns to us it is usually with a captured caterpillar or beetle, and he takes great delight in my grossed out reactions. Though I am not scared of creepy crawlies, I just think it's fun when Legolas chases me with them believing I am frightened.

Eventually we reach the stony banks of a fast flowing river, on the elevated grassy verges Thranduil and I sit to eat a hastily packed snack. Legolas is too hyper to sit still long enough to eat with us, so he flits back and forth taking bites of his father's food, and to present his findings from the river banks. He is fun to watch as he darts and scrambles around in the stones, though Thranduil continually warns him to keep away from the water's edge when he ventures too close;

"Legolas No dirweg!" Thranduil stops mid conversation with me and frowns at his son; "Tolo, govano ven."

Legolas swivels his fair head to look apologetically to his father, as he crouches right on the edge of the water, his hands clasped around something in the mud. He nods and smiles brightly as he charges towards us, coming to a halt at his father's side and looking expectantly at the handful of blackberries in Thranduil's hand. Thranduil offers out his hand and Legolas happily pops as many of the berries into his mouth as he can possibly fit in one go.

"Easy child! You will choke!" Thranduil tuts and predictably Legolas chokes. I hand him off the flask of water, which Legolas guzzles down and gets all over his lovely green tunic. Thranduil raises an eyebrow and tilts his head to stare at me; "He is just as bad as you Clara."

"Oh shut up!" I laugh and playfully shove him. Legolas not happy that he is not involved in this private joke, clambers over his father and planks himself in my lap. He smiles adoringly up at me and presents to me his little fist;

"For you!" He exclaims and opens up his hand to reveal a polished stone; it is round, maybe even slightly heart shaped and dark blueish in colour. It is pretty with silvery veins and swirling patterns. It feels soft from years of being caressed by the currents of the strong river, and heavy for its small size.

"Really?" I gasp and accept the stone from him. "What for?"

"Because I love you," Legolas shrugs like it is common knowledge, before hauling himself out of my lap and throwing his arms around me in a light hug. He kisses me on the cheek and smiles innocently; "Don't you love me too?"

I am speechless and all warm inside, I know Legolas can be affectionate and playful but this is a big thing. A major moment for us and I am acutely aware of Thranduil's lingering gaze on both of us;

"Of course!" I answer with the widest happiest smile I have ever given, and accept a cuddle from my little hero. "So so much!"

This pacifies him and in an instant he is scrambling back down the grassy verges and off to investigate more of the river bank, this time at a safer distance. I drop my gaze and stare at the pretty stone, vowing to keep it with me always, this kind of love is precious and a gift that I will never take for granted. Though I am now uneasy, and my head is telling me to be very careful what I engage in now with the boy's father. I am terrified of breaking what I have here and with this undefined rather complicated relationship that I have Thranduil, I could ruin what we have and I don't want that. Shyly I peek up at Thranduil who has a contemplative look on his face, his eyes are glazed and far off in some other memory, probably one which includes Legolas' real mother - something I cannot replace.

"I am sure it was just a childish thing," I mutter and shake my head at him, not wanting to make this into a huge issue.

He blinks and he is fully present in our surroundings again, gracing me with an indulgent smile; "If my son tells you he loves you, then he loves you, and this is a good thing."

"You don't mind?" I ask and drop my gaze; "It is just I spend so much time with him and I guess it is normal for us to have become attached, but he is your son and I don't want you to think I am interfering. I am not, nor will I ever be his mother!"

"Of course I do not mind!" He laughs and takes my hand in his, the first real physical touch he has engaged in since this morning; "I would not place the care of my child into the hands of anyone less, he does not know the love of a mother Clara and if he associates that affection with you, then I cannot deny him that. In honesty it is a great relief for me to know that he has someone besides his Grandfather and me."

I blush as he lifts my hand to his lips to place a light kiss there, and I immediately jerk away to make sure Legolas is not watching. Thankfully he is the least bit interested in us as he chases a butterfly along the rocky bank. Satisfied that this is safe I allow Thranduil to sit closer to me, and let him gently wrap an arm around my waist. I lean into his side and tenderly play with his other hand, tracing the lines of his palm and enjoying the sensation of his steady breathing.

This is nice, this could be home; in my head from I was a little girl, I dreamed of this sort of peaceful existence...a family and a place to call my own. But life has taught me those things don't exist, and if they do they are hard won and much is sacrificed in pursuit of them. Yet here in this place, surrounded by these people, I start to let myself dream again. Believing that it just might be possible for me...I was always a dreamer.

A panicked cry cuts threw my dreamy reverie and I focus my eyes on the river bank, hastily searching out Legolas but Thranduil is already several steps ahead of me. He is up and jogging towards the sobbing form of the little elfling, who has obviously slipped and fell on the shale of the bank. I scramble to my feet too and hurry towards them instinctively responding to the anguished wails of the child so close to my heart. Legolas outstretches his cut and bloodied hands to his father with fear filled eyes, pain is not a common occurrence with elves and the shock of the ordeal startles the infant. Thranduil instantly reacts and picks up his son, cradling him close and soothingly stroking his head;

"Hush Legolas, Na sidh," he murmurs and rocks Legolas gently, laying his head on his son's; "Lasta beth nin i naeg innas meth im gwesta!"

I come alongside them and rub the child's back comfortingly, wishing I could speak such soothing and lulling words to him. Legolas sobs subside and he lifts his head from his father's chest to peer sadly at me. He outstretches his palms to show me the damage, and I examine them thoughtfully. Gently I take his small hand and place a kiss beside the scraped and stinging flesh.

"I think we should get back and get this brave warrior's hands seen too?" I suggest and this is met with an approving sob from Legolas. as he burrows his head back into his father's chest, keeping his damaged hands firmly outstretched so as not to cause himself further pain.

Thranduil nods and gestures for me to follow, whilst he continues to speak softly to his son. I stay a step behind them not interrupting the beautiful speech. The words soon turn to song, such beautiful sounding music that it is hard to believe that it is made by a simple voice. I understand elves love to sing, it is part of their culture and they have no concerns about casually bursting into song. It is often how they communicate their feelings or how they greet one another, it is a bizarre custom but something I find a great deal of comfort in. Though I do believe this is the first time I have heard Thranduil sing openly and with no shame, it only succeeds in making me fall even harder for him.

xXx

"Is he asleep?" Thranduil asks when I finally exit Legolas' bedchamber; I nod with a sad smile and he sighs with relief.

Legolas did not enjoy the ordeal of removing the stones from his hands, or his knees, which we discovered were just as bashed and bloody. He cried for a solid hour when the healer applied antiseptics and bathed the cuts to ensure they did not get infected. Thranduil and I did everything we could to distract him, but eventually he just wanted to crawl into bed and listen to stories. This was my area of expertise and Thranduil soon left us to our imaginations. After a few hours Legolas drifted into dreams and I kissed his pale forehead in farewell.

"He told me to tell you that we have to go into the woods again, since our adventure was cut short," I say with a fond smile and add; "I would agree with him."

Thranduil smirks and closes the gap between us, my heart flutters as he strokes my cheek and I sigh contentedly with his touch. I am falling altogether far too fast but I can't help it, it all just seems so easy.

"Then we shall," he whispers and kisses my forehead gently; "Thank you for your patience, being a parent...is...unpredictable."

"Don't be silly!" I laugh and shrug, "I enjoyed this, it was nice and normal, very familiar."

"Yes it was," he gives me a strange look but I don't question it, because he literally scrambles my thoughts with a lingering kiss. His hands cup my face to his, whilst he continues to make me melt with soft kisses. Causing my knees to turn to jelly and my heart to fly.

"Thranduil?" I murmur against his lips, as he takes a break to let our foreheads touch; "What are we doing?"

I know he understands what I mean because he sighs and lets his hands slide down my face to my neck, then to my shoulders. I really don't mean to ruin the moment, but I can't carry on if this is some kind of causal thing. Not with Legolas and not with my own mental state, because I am falling fast and I can't lie to myself and pretend this is just some little fun arrangement.

"Thranduil we can't mess around here, not with Legolas he is too young, and we can't go down that road unless it leads somewhere." I say with a serious tone, attempting to sound logical and reasonable. I go to step away from him but he steps with me;

"Why would it not lead anywhere?" He asks searching my eyes with his own unfathomable deep gaze; "Did I give you reason to think I was not interested?"

The concern in his voice floors me, I guess I never expected him to worry over something like that; "No, I just, well, you are royalty and I'm...well...not. It is kind of a problem."

"To who?" Is his less than concerned reply and I shake my head in exasperation at him.

"To your people, to your father, it is a problem Thranduil you have to admit that." I say with a defeated sigh.

"Who I choose to associate with is no-one's concern, not even my fathers," he replies with a sharp and angry undertone to his voice, but it is quickly replaced with a softer lilt as he clutches my face again forcing me too look at him; "Clara I care for you, I want to be with you. I crave your company when you are not with me, and I want to be closer to you! Do you not want this too? I can understand if it is too much to ask but please know this was never just a fleeting desire."

I don't let him finish because I have heard enough, I crush my lips against his and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. Oh to hell with politics and social class, I have never been this happy or this excited in my entire life. It is because of him I am like this, and I am not letting it go just because I am too scared of what people will think...since when have I ever cared what people think? This is my life, granted my new slightly surreal second life, but it is mine and I am not settling for second best anymore. I want Thranduil and I'll have him. He returns my enthusiasm and I can feel his smile though our kiss;

"So you want this?" He asks breathlessly and a little starry eyed.

"I want this!" I confirm with a triumphant nod and tug his lips back to mine; yes I want this more than I can tell. I get lost in his touch and wrap myself up in his embrace, for once in my life I am exactly where I am meant to be.

***AUTHOR NOTE***

Do we like are we thinking this is good? Thoughts welcome :D

Okay elvish translation time;

Lirimaer- Lovely One

Tampa! Tira ten' rashwe -Stop! Be careful.

Miruvor -A type of elvish cordial that restores and revitalizes the body and mind...Elrond gives a flask of it to Gandalf when the fellowship leave Rivendell and when the climb up Caradhras (I think that is how it is spelled) gets too much he gives each member a sip to bring strength to their frozen bodies. So yea I'm pretty sure this stuff would sort out hangovers in a jiffy!

Legolas No dirweg - Legolas be watchful/ be mindful. Tolo, govano ven - Come join us

Hush Legolas, Na sidh - Hush Legolas, Peace.   Lasta beth nin i naeg innas meth im gwesta - Listen to my voice the pain will end I promise.

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