When the battle ended and Thranduil finally made it to Raventop with his men, it was to find the ruins filled with the slain bodies of orcs. Some were obviously killed by blades, other looked like they had been ripped apart by some beast. The elf king could hear the horrified muttering amongst his men as they took in the savage carnage. Thranduil took one look at the claw marks and knew that the young skin-changer was here too. That, he guessed, was where his son would be. 

Tauriel was leading the way. The she-elf had been banished yet she had pushed past Thranduil without a word and strode into the ruins, completely ignoring the dead orcs around them. The king, bristling more out of habit at her insolence (he was too weary from battle and death to deal with the redness so it would have to pass for now), had followed her without knowing why. She just seemed the most likely to know where Legolas would be. So he and a few soldiers followed her as she wound her way through the stone. 

There was a soft noise, indiscernible and distorted by echos, but Tauriel sped up and Thranduil followed. His soldiers hanging back as they turned a corner and stopped in the doorway to a small courtyard. Black and red blood was splattered across the stone, making the space as the scene of a vicious fight. Black outweighing the red but the red shining in the evening sunlight as bright spots of colour. In the centre of it all as a blonde figure in green. Legolas was sat in the blood covered snow and stone on his knees. He back was bent, face turned down but at their arrival, he looked up. Wide, fearful blue eyes were welled with tears. Thranduil had not seen such a look on his son's face, not since he had been a young child grieving his mother. 

In Legolas' lap lay Namir. He looked dreadful. Hair matted with clumps of dried black blood, skin coated in the same substance. Bruises were colouring most of the exposed pale skin with reds and purples. His trousers were ripped up to his knees and cuts dotted his skin. Some small and others large and still bleeding. Namir's eyes were closed and his head lolled in Legolas' grip. Red blood dripping down his face and staining the green tunic. Legolas looked up at them, face pale with fear. "He's not waking up". 

Tauriel was moving first. She was knelling down at Legolas' side. Thin fingers feeling for a pulse. "His heart is weak", She murmured. Legolas didn't react and Thranduil noticed that one of his hands was wrapped around Namir's wrist. Fingers counting the pulse. 

"Namir. Radag nin. Miog", Legolas whispered. "Wake up. Please". 

Thranduil stepped closer. Tauriel glanced at him but Legolas didn't seem to notice, his other arm was cradling Namir's limp form to his chest. It was tender, soft in a way that was intimate. Thranduil couldn't remember the last time he had seen his son's emotions so exposed. It solidified something in him. He had failed as a father, his son deserved more. He swept his robes our of the way and sank down to sit opposite Legolas. The younger elf flicked his gaze up in surprise before gazing back down at Namir's face. He let go of the Skin-changer's hand to press a sleeve to the bleeding cut on a pale forehead. 

"Move out of the way", Thranduil ordered as he pushed up his sleeves. Legolas dropped his arm but remained cradling Namir as the king held his hands out over the limp form. One hand over his head, the other over his chest. Thranduil took a deep breath. He had only done this once before and it had not stopped the blood flow then. But he refused to look at his son and see the same look he saw in the mirror every day. The chanting started slow, quiet. The spell taking time to build. Legolas and Tauriel looked up in surprise as the words flowed faster. It was a stronger spell than they had been taught. An older spell too. Thranduil could feel the strength it took for him to cast it. But his hands  were glowing softly and bathing Namir in a silver glow that seemed toe melt into pale skin. It was working. 

It took several minutes, in which Legola watched Namir's face and barely breathed. When Thranduil was done, he took his hands away and unrolled his sleeves, ignoring the lightheadedness that suddenly plagued him. Legolas brushed his free hand over Namir's cheeks. Blue eyes searching for any change. 

Namir took a deep breath, a sudden inhale and coughed. It was wet and red and black stained his lips. Dried black blood and fresh red glistening. Legolas clutched the skin-changer tighter as Namir stirred and let out a pain filled whimper. "ssshhhh, Radag, it's me". Fingers soothed over cheeks. 

Namir stirred and eyelashes fluttered. Dark brown eyes slid slightly open before blinking and landing on Legolas. The man's whole body relaxed with a relived sigh. Namir coughed again and it still sounded wet but the smile tugging on his lips was blissfully happy. "Legolas", the name was a whisper and a rumbling began to emanate from his chest. Thranduil took a second to realise that the skin-changer was purring. It was weak but definitely purring. 

Legolas smiled in relief and leaned down to press their foreheads together. Namir closing his eyes contentedly at the touch and the purring grew slightly louder. Thranduil felt like he was staring at something he was not supposed to see. When they parted, Legolas looked up at his father with a thousand things to say. All he said was "thank you". Thranduil nodded, not needing to say anything back. 

"Legolas", Namir had opened his eyes again. One hand was clutching at the green tunic, the other was swollen and lay across his stomach. Legolas turned immediately towards him. 

"Don't strain yourself. I'll get you down the mountain to a healer. Just rest". 

"I got you a courting gift", Namir mumbled faintly, eyelids drooping. Sleep was reclaiming him but still he let go of Legolas to reach with a whimper towards Tauriel. The redhead pulled a filthy sack from her shoulder and set it gently on the ground next to Legolas. Namir pointed at it. "I promised I would get you the best courting gift. I was waiting for you to return".

"Hush", Legolas leaned over and pressed a feather light kiss to Namir's forehead. The touch made the brown eyes slide shut with a soft sigh as the purring continued to rumbled in his chest.  "I accept your gift", Legolas flicked a look at his father. Thranduil sighed and waved a hand in reluctant permission. It earned him a smile that he hadn't seen directed towards him in hundreds of years. 

Namir had been watching through slitted eyes. He smiled softly then leaned into Legolas' arms and fell asleep. The rumbling in his chest slowing down as his breathing grew heavier and then it stopped. Namir sleeping in Legolas' arms. The blonde elf sighed in relief as he felt the rise and fall of Namir's chest agains this own. With one arm, he gently shifted Namir higher so that he could grab at the sack with the other. "He has been carrying that thing around for days", Thranduil scowled at the disgusting material. 

"He made me promise not to to let anyone open it but you", Tauriel added. Legolas didn't seem very interested in the gift, more absorbed by the sleeping man in his arms. But still curiosity was plaguing him. With one hand he tugged at the bindings and the sack fell open. The material falling away to reveal white light. Thranduil took a glimpse and couldn't help but gasp slightly. 

"These are the jewels of our people, the white jewels of starlight". 

"These are the jewels you went to war for?" Tauriel leaned closer to get a better look. 

"They are beautiful", Legolas murmured. 

"They were your mother's", Thranduil spoke softly. Legolas looked at him in shock, then he leaned down to press another kiss to Namir's forehead. If anybody noticed the one drop of water hitting Namir's cheek, then they didn't mention it. 

After a few breaths, Legolas looked up. He scooped his arms under Namir and rose. Thranduil and Tauriel rising with him. The king picking up the gift since his son was occupied. As they turned to the door, a grey figure stepped out. Gandalf looked over them with a received smile. "Ah, you found Namir. His father has been looking for him. Let's get him home". Then the wizard was turning away, Legolas following after him. 

unedited 

'Radag' is elvish for 'Beast', but Legolas uses it as an affectionate nickname, like 'Beastie'. He does the same with 'Miog', which means cat. So be basically calls Namir Kitty and Beastie.