Saeril held the young she-elf in her arms, comforting her the best she could, to how a mother would for her child. She could only feel relieved that Yavanna didn't get to see his death, otherwise, it would hurt her a lot more than how it currently did. The worst part, she could get a broken heart, and her light would fade forever. The winged she-elf didn't want that for her; for it would be the last thing. Her wings transforming back into her cloak, the elder kept the young one in her grasp, closing her eyes. 

Legolas could only watch, having to feel the pain coming from the girl. He came to notice that her light was fading, in response to her sadness. That light was what attached him to her; the light that made him wonder about her; [b]think[/b] of her, though his even more stronger feelings for her came from the heart. He honestly wanted to hold her again; make her crying cease, and bring back the light he had always found within her soul. How he had longed to see her glow again...