this chapter talks about 18+ things at the end. I know children read this (any one under 16) so its not explicit in any way. but just letting you know. 

The morrow dawned sooner than anyone would have welcomed. Dawn light tinting the horizon as any man from Rohan or Gondor able to still hold a sword was up and strapping on armour. The clanging of metal loud in the corridors of the white stoned city, contrasting the lack of voices. The grim determination and acceptance of this suicidal last stand was visible on every face. To march on the black gate of Mordor had never been attempted with success since Isidur. 

"To certain doom we go!" Gimli's voice was far too cheerful for what awaited them. It boomed over the stone as the army marched out from Gondor. The golden light of dawn shining on them like a warm cloak. 

Namir rode with Legolas. The skin changer dressed loosely in a tunic and trousers. Barefoot and long dark waves braided loosely over his shoulder. The elf behind him in his usual layering of green tunic over chainmail. Compared to the armoured soldiers around them, they were unprotected and exposed. Not that Namir cared. He was not planning to fight with a sword this time. Saruman had wanted him to be a beast, so for Sauron a beast he would be. The mental image of him ripping orcs throats out with his claws made him smile. 

Legolas must have glimpsed the look out of the corner of his eyes for the prince made an amused noise. "What makes you smile miog?" 

"Many things. The thought of ripping orcs apart with my claws. The anticipation of a fight. You are beautiful when you fight. But also the thought that this will be the end", he paused to sigh. "Either we die here or our enemy is defeated and we can go home. I would like to go home now". 

Legolas leaned forwards and rested his chin on Namir's shoulder. The arms around the dark haired man's waist tightening. "I would like to go home as well. Back to Iar Brog". The reminder of Legolas' nickname for Beorn made Namir giggle. "Tend to the animals. Rest amidst the flowers of the garden. Watch the sunlight through the leaves. Ride across the plains. Hunt spiders in Mirkwood", the blonde listed. 

They hadn't talked much of what was home between them before. It went unspoken that home was Beorn's cottage. The place where Namir had grown up and the pace Legolas had left his kingdom for. It was the place where they had been living together before Namir had been taken and it was a place to which they would return. They would eventually leave it again though. Both of them were too adventurous to stay stand still for so long. But they had long lives and a few decades back in the warmth of the cottage was what they were looking forward to. 

Namir sighed dreamily, ignoring the soldiers riding in formation around him with Aragorn and Gandalf leading the way, and leant back into the firm wall of the elf's chest. "I have missed my father and my childhood home". His home would always be Legolas. Skin-Changers mated for life and both Beorn and Namir had known that when the cat met the elf, it was going to be something lasting.  Cats and humans may not be monogamous, but skin0changers were neither and both with their own rules. He had made his choice and it was now permanent in the scar on his collar and the bite on the elf's neck. "We shall return there together". 

Legolas hummed and Namir felt the blonde's chest rumble against his back with the vibration. He briefly wondered if that noise would be similar to his own purring and if Legolas felt the same way at the sensation. "We shall. Then we would be all to ourselves. Nidhinc bestad meneg lui bo I chaust hen". 

Namir did not yet speak much elvish, but he had learnt since their first meeting to decode some of the words Legolas would throw at him. It mostly relied on the blond's tone and this time it was quiet, words spoken right into his ear least it carry too far. Voice a soft but intent filled whisper that sent shivers up the cat's back. He pulled away and turned to face the blonde as much as the saddle would allow, ignoring the flush rising to his cheeks and ears. It took a lot to make the cat blush. It seemed the elf had managed it and Legolas basked in the glory of it for a moment. 

"We are already married". Cat eyes narrowed. 

"We are", Legolas grinned. The corners of it darker with intent. "But we have not yet had peace to ourselves for more than a night since we traded marks. Ci irui. Aniron gi phutithad". 

Namir gasped at the words and snarled at him accusingly. "Where did this come from?" He yelped, poking a laughing elf in the shoulder. He let go of the reins and the blonde had to grab at them to as the dark haired man grumbled at him. Luckily the horses were marching along at a even walk or else the married pair might have fallen from the saddle. 

The laughter made the elf's blue eyes gleam. "We were waiting before. Now we are married in skin changer traditions. Let's follow with mine. When this is over. Let's do this". With the hand not holding the reins, he reached up to run his thumb across the triangle scar on Namir's neck. "Sevil I veleth nin". 

"Sevil i veleth nin", Namir repeated the words back though his tongue tripped over the accent and softened a few pronunciations. Still the smile it brought to Legolas' face was worth it. 

Any more sweet whispered nothings had to be abandoned as Aragorn, riding a few feet ahead with Gandalf, held out and arm and brought his horse up into a canter. Namir had to turn back in his seat as Legolas clicked his tongue and their horse followed. Faramir on his chestnut mare in formation beside them copying. Behind them the army all speeding up as they left the white city in their shadows. The golden light behind fading as they approached the dark glow of the black gates. 

Any giddy thrill Namir had was lost as the gates began to loom over them. Instead it was replaced with a different thrill. The thrill of a fight, of vengeance and of going down with blood on your face spitting at your enemies. He bared sharp teeth and pushed aside the thoughts of later and all the exciting promises the elf had made him. Later, if they both survived this final fight then they would marry again, this time properly in elf traditions. 

He couldn't wait. 

unedited 

okay. long time no see. let me just drop this chapter of our boy leggy whispering dirty things to his lover while on the way to battle. you know, as you do. 

Namir can dish it all he wants but when Legolas directly states his intentions, he gets shy. 

technically sleeping together (making love and all the other names for it) means that people are married in elf society. In the terms of this book, for my boys have definitely done things (wink ;-) wink), it means actual sex (the act of insertion). which is pretty hard to do when you're travelling and you're both men. (no they're not going to Brokeback mountain it). 

also no I am not writing a sex scene. but enjoy them being all flirty and traumatising Faramir, who was riding closest to them. but you get the translations at least.

 and don't ask me how I found out how to write dirty talk in elvish. you don't need to know. 

Iar Brog- old bear. 

Nidhinc bestad meneg lui bo I chaust hen - We shall wed a thousand times on that bed. 

Ci irui- You are desirable. (or you are sexy, to be informal).

Aniron gi phutithad- I want to have sex with you. 

Sevil I veleth nin- You have my love.  (slightly different from Gi Melin - I love you.)

there you go. hope you enjoyed. I am going to go and hide in a hole.