"What made you guess?" Yavanna asked him softly; a little curious. His fond smile, made her cheeks heat up with a blush. She smiled back softly, at his words. "I do believe, I've met your father when I was very little...I don't remember much about those encounters." The memories of meeting Thranduil, being so little were a little mixed up. "But he's been a good friend to my father, all these years." she said softly.