Her fall was broke, with the strong, warm protective arms of Legolas. She was very lightweight...so nothing crumbled beneath them. Yavanna let out a slight gasp...her arms wrapping around him; almost scared to let him go. Despite her weakness...she managed to hold onto him. As she leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "Bolg...he's here somewhere..." she breathed out; not knowing the Orc was already dead.