Legolas held young Yavanna within his arms, having to close his eyes briefly, and let her relieve her pain, as well as release the amount of sadness she had contained. If only there was a way to make her smile again; that beautiful, innocent smile she makes when the more joyful of moments come; a smile that made his own exterior crack, and amusingly enjoy seeing again. He wanted her to look up, and show him those glowing green eyes he saw not too long ago, when they had their moment of sharing an embrace. But now, he was seeing the sad side of her; the negative aspect of her personality. But even she did look up, the Elf Prince would still be able to savor them (even though he was unaware of their earlier color change). 

However, when he heard some footsteps nearby, the blonde opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of the noise, having to see his father approaching the scene. He slowly put away from Yavanna, but held both of her hands reassuringly, lightly squeezing them. "Father", he said.