The battle was midway through by the time the four of them threw themselves into the thick of it. The ghosts swept through it all like a vengeful cloud of green death. The orcs and wild men stood no chance. Namir watched as huge war forts on the back of oliphaunts were dragged under the tide of spirits, men and beast alike being drained of their life. It was a chilling sight and he shivered as he watched one beast let out a cry as it was brought to it's knees. He growled and drove his sword into the body of a nearby orc. The thing had been charging at him when his blade drove through it's ribcage with a sickening crack and spurts of blood. The blade big and sharp enough that it broke bones as well as cut through skin. With a sound not for the faint of heart, Namir pulled his blade to the side and the orc went down, chest partially cut in half as it's organs and black blood joined the filth of the battlefield. 

"Aragorn!" He called as he turned and saw a orc creeping up in the man's blind spot. The man turned and neatly decapitated it before slicing another's throat. 

"Thank you", the man nodded as he walked the few feet to join Namir. The two of them having been moved from Legolas and Gimli. If he concentrated then Namir could feel the bond tying him to his mate. It was stretched but to too far. The elf occupied in his own area of the fight. As he thought about it, the mark on his collarbones seemed to pulse and he smiled. Despite his reservations when Legolas had brought the mating bond up, he was infinitely grateful that the elf had. The skin-changer knew that he would never had pushed for it himself. This bond appeased his instincts in a way he had not expected, but was grateful for. It was easier to concentrate on his own combat without his instincts screaming about the welfare of his mate. 

Namir grilled a black blood stained grin at the man and Aragorn chuckled. "It seems like the ghosts have this handled", he remarked as he watched another swarm of green spirits take out a group of orcs by the city gates. They were spreading through the white city and ridding out the black armour like an infection. 

The cat nodded and turned towards the left, where he knew his lover would be. There was only three Oliphaunts left and he turned just in time to watch as orcs cleared enough for him to see the beast bearing down on the elf. "Legolas!" Aragorn called as a group of orcs came at them, weapons bared. Namir watched his lover turn to the beast before having to tear his eyes away to his own opponents. 

His blade flashed and clanged against a sword before he was twisting in close and reaching up with one clawed hand to dig into unprotected flesh of the orc's throat. His claws broke skin and the black blood was sticky as he ripped open the thing's windpipe. As it collapsed to the side, he was already bringing up his blade and ducking down low to carved open the next orc at the knees. The third slashed at him but he was already ducking out of the way and driving his foot into the chest plate, knocking it back and giving him enough time to swiftly slash it's guts open. Namir relaxed slightly, panting softly at the exertion. Usually he could fight for hours, yet he was still not fully recovered from captivity. Not even two hours fighting and he was panting. It was frustrating. 

Namir felt Legolas draw closer and he turned to watch as a Oliphaunt came to a stumbling, skidding stop before him. The blonde elf sliding down it's trunk and hopping to the ground as if he had been climbing trees rather than taking down a war beast and the fortress it had been carrying. "That still only counts as one!" Gimli's shout made Namir jump and he dropped his sword. He hadn't realised that the dwarf had come to join them, too busy staring at his elf. The large blade clattered at it bounced off the armour of a orc corpse and the dwarf chuckled. 

Namir scowled at Gimli as he picked up his sword and sheathed it across his back. Around them, the last of Sauron's army was fleeing or falling to the ghosts. The battlefield a mess of corpses. Legolas laughed, "I won". His grin was smug, not that Namir knew what they were talking about. Gimli just grumbled in reply. 

"Yeah yeah. Go be lovely with your fiancé". 

Legolas didn't need any further prompting. He beamed as he strode over to the blood covered skin-changer, one hand pulling out his flask of water and a cloth. He wetted it and began gently wiping the black gore from Namir's face. The cat huffed at it by melted into the touch fondly. "Are you okay?" He murmured gently. 

"I am fine. Tired. My stamina has still not recovered", Namir grumbled in reply. As if to prove his point, he yawned widely. 

"Once we get to the city you can sleep", the blonde promised with a soft smile. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Not a scratch", the blonde promised. Namir smiled and leaned into him with a rumbling purr in his throat. The elf let him lean on him, ignoring the black blood smudging on his clothes, and continued his task of rubbing the gore from the cat's face. "You may need a bath before you sleep", he grinned. His own clothes practically pristine compared to the rest of them. 

Namir just grinned sharp teeth and mimed biting at the hand holding the cloth. Legolas jerked it back with a laugh then leaned in to rub their noses together, one hand cradling the skin-changer's face. They were interrupted by a raspy voice. It rattled like air through bones. "We have upheld out deal. Release us". Namir's body stiffened and he hissed sharply at the ghosts gathering around them. They ignore him, eyes watching Aragorn. 

"I wouldn't", Gimli stated nervously. "Very handy in a tight spot these lads". 

"Let them go", Namir countered as he stepped away from the elf to gaze around at the spirits. He snarled at them, cat eyes narrowed. "They are unnatural. They should not linger here". 

Aragorn inhaled deeply. "I owe your oath fulfilled. May you be at peace", his voice was soft as he released them. The ghost king exhaled like a deep soul weary sigh as they faded from sight. The aura of death that they carried with them lessened and Namir relaxed again. The death around them fading to the usual amount that one would expect from a battlefield. 

"Never again", he grumbled as he returned to his elf, wrapping his arms around his was it and nuzzling into his neck. Lips ghosting over fabric were underneath his bite scar lay. 

Legolas smiled as he hugged him back. "No more ghosts", he agreed. "Poloden Miog". Namir just made a rumbling yowling noise into the cloth, nose smelling only his elf, in agreement. The elf just smiled into his hair. 

unedited 

I thought about adding angst but decided not this chapter. Maybe later. 

Also I am a fan of Sleep Token and was listening to this song above while writing this.