Yavanna was quiet, letting them two talk. Her hands remained in Legolas'. Yavanna did not know, what would be her path now, with the death of Thorin and Fili. Or where her group, might go...or if they'd stay.

Thranduil looked at his son; seeing the conflict in his eyes. "Go...where your heart tells you to." he told him softly. With that, meaning for his son to stay with Yavanna. "But if you need, some time for yourself...go North. Find the Dunadine. There's a young Ranger among them. His father Arathorn, was a good man...his son, might grow to be a great one."