The sun was making an effort to shine through the clouds covering the battlefield when the ships made it to the harbour. The three of them had been able to see the battle for hours. The plains outside Minas Tirith allowing them to see down river towards the city as they made their way closer. They had watched as the soldiers Rohan appeared and filled the field, then when the oliphants charged through their lines. The decimation they wrought and the smoke filling the sky. On board, Namir paced. His large sword was back in his hands and he practised spinning it around in slow complex movements. Muscles growing used to the weight again.

Legolas watched from the upper deck. The last weeks under the sun and away from the tower had done wonders. The skin-changer's body had regained some much needed fat and muscle. His ribs were now shadows under his chest instead of outlines. Sharp blue eyes picking out the movement and shift of skin as Namir held the huge longsword up over his head and then swung it down in a swift movement as his feet turned on the deck. Shirtless and feet bare in his usual dress. Triangle mark on his collarbone a red scar that rippled over bone and flesh. The mark a warm sight compared to the harsh burns across the cat's neck. Still, they did not detract from his beauty, not in the elf's eyes. Namir would always be beautiful to him.

"Stop ya honey gazing", Gimli interrupted."The Battle is over there". Legolas tore his eyes away from his lover to face the dwarf.

"I agree with Gimli", Aragorn added as he stepped away from the wheel to grin at the elf. "We are about to join the fray. We best get ready".

"All the more reason to look", Legolas smiled slightly. "I have limited time".

"No. None of that", Gimli called as the dwarf began climbing down the stairs to the lower deck. "Namir! Put a shirt on!"

"No thanks!" Namir called back as he jabbed the sword in a thrusting motion then spun it back up. He bent back, long dark braid swaying, as he spun the blade over his head before rising and sliding it into the sheath across his back. He turned to them with a proud and happy grin, shaking out the exertion in his hands. "I don't like shirts".

Gimli made a grumbling noise and rolled his eyes. "That's no excuse to walk around half naked all the time".

"I could walk around fully naked all the time instead?" Namir smirked as one hand reached for his trousers.

"Don't you dare. I see you naked far more often than I wish too". The dwarf waved his axe threateningly and Namir grinned sharply. Legolas laughed as he descended the stairs, Aragon behind him. A green luminous ghost had appeared to take the wheel and he noticed Namir shudder slightly as he spotted the figure. The cat slinked over to the blonde's side as his lips peeled back from his teeth to snarl quietly and warningly at the spectre. The ghost paid them no mind.

"We are almost there. We should get prepared", Aragorn warned as the ships drew closer to the jetty. Namir flexed his fingers, claws extending from his nails as he grinned sharp teeth.

"Bring them on", Gimli chuckled gleefully. "I bet I can kill more than you, ya pointy eared princeling".

"Don't talk big. It does not suit you", Legolas retorted as he counted his arrows and tested the string of his bow. It seemed tight enough.

Namir made a rumbling growl in his throat. It was an eager sound. If he was in his other form then his tail would be flicking expectantly. Instead, his cat slit eyes widened as he glanced at the blonde. "I can't wait to tear through their throats with my teeth", he snarled. The predator excitement and feline hunger to cause pain darkening his tone in a way that would have scared lesser men. Instead the three others just chuckled amusedly. 

"That's the spirit!" Gimli exclaimed. Then the dwarf seemed to realise what Namir had said. "Does Orc blood taste as foul as it looks?"

Namir nodded. "Yes. But the satisfaction of feeling their flesh tear and rip is greater than the disgusting taste".

"And why can't you rip open their throats with your hands?" Aragorn raised an eyebrow and gestured to the sharp claw like nails on the skin changer's hands. 

"Blood makes it hard to hold my sword", Namir frowned, as if this was an obvious thing, before turning to the battle. They were almost at the docks. A group of orcs was waiting there, presumably for reinforcements. They would not be getting them.

Aragorn hummed, an entertained smile on his lips. "Ah, that is obvious". Legolas chuckled, recalling that his two friends had never seen Namir in action before. It was a sight to see. The skin-changer fought with the same savagery as his animal form. Those who did not expect it were often surprised. And those who did expect it knew that he was formidable. 

The ships came to a creaking stop. Legolas leaned over and reached up one hand to catch Namir's chin in his hold. He pressed a deep kiss to the dark haired man's lips, which the cat responded too eagerly. It was warm and consuming. "Gi Melin. Nin Radag", Legolas whispered into the air between their mouths. Namir made a rumbling purr emanate from his throat.

"Gi Melin", Namir answered breathily as he purred. Legolas smiled and pressed another kiss to those lips. Namir leaning into it and responding eagerly. Then they had to part.

Namir drew his sword, purrs fading as he grew focused. He spun it in one hand then bent his knees in preparation as Legolas pulled an arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bow. On the docks, the orcs waiting for reinforcements began to stir restlessly. "About time!" The leader barked. "Come on you bastards!"

That was when Aragorn leapt over the side of the ship, boots hitting the wood with a thud. Legolas and Gimli following, Namir right behind them. Aragorn raised his sword up and the four of them broke into a run, charging the orcs as green spectral forms swirled around them. The ghosts swept over the battlefield with deathly shrieks of bloodlust. Namir fought the instinctive shiver and swept his blade up as he met the first orc. The creature didn't even get a chance to lift it's blade before it's head was dropping from it's neck in a spurt of black blood. Namir leapt over it, feet carrying him further into the battlefield as his blade flashed, swinging around him to protect or defend.

At one point he hurled the blade and it sunk straight through the chests of two orcs, skewering them together. Namir grinned viciously. "On your left lad!" Gimli called in warning as a huge orc came thundering towards the cat. Namir turned and cartwheeled neatly out of the way of a swing of a blade. Then he was back on his feet and springing up over the orc's cleaver and latching onto the thing's shoulders. The orc squealed like a pig as he sunk his teeth into the thing's windpipe and ripped it open. Blood sprayed over his face and chest as the orc fell back with a thud. Namir spat out the flesh as he stood up, one arm rubbing some of the black blood from his lips but only serving to smear it everywhere. He barred his teeth at the dwarf in pride.

Gimli pulled a disgusted face. "I guess he wasn't joking", he muttered as he went back to chopping off Orcs at the legs with his axe. Namir pulling his sword free of the corpses. "He really is just like da said".

unedited

Who had missed Namir? Look at him getting to be feral on a battle field again. My boy.

Gi Melin. Nin Radag - I love you, my beastie. 

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