"In the wild, he's known as Strider.- His true name, you have to discover for yourself." Thranduil told his son. The Elvenking paused for a bit; he looked like he wanted to say a few more things. He needed to. "Legolas...your mother loved you; more than anyone...more than life...." It was probably the first time, he spoke to his son about his mother. It wasn't easy...nor was it easy for Thranduil to express his own love for his son. But he was proud of Legolas and loved him. "As do I..."

As Legolas looked at her; Yavanna squeezed his hands softly. Giving him a slight nod. If anything, she understood his decision. Whilst, she would miss him...she also knew, they'd find their way back to each other...somehow. But she felt the need to stay with Saeril and Kili. As Thranduil mentioned his wife to his son...Yavanna had looked at him her blue-ish eyes with tenderness. She knew, that his father loved him.

The King then turned to Yavanna...his hand reached out to touch her cheek with a fatherly like touch. "Thank you.." he spoke to her.

Yavanna blinked surprised. "For...what?" she asked The Elvenking.
"For being the light and happiness in my Son's life." Thranduil spoke softly. "He lost too much, but I am glad there's hope within his life. I know his mother, would have very much loved you...if she were here." Knowing how much Yavanna and his wife were so much alike; the two would have gotten on very nicely. Smiling at her a little sadly, he spoke. "I know your mother, would be proud of you...what strong, loving, young woman you turned into." The Elvenking pressed a kiss to both her and his son's forehead...as a gesture of his goodbye. Before leaving.
Yavanna blinked a little...his words had surprised her. And it felt...different. No one had mentioned her mother for so long either..especially not with such words.

Tauriel had been quiet, not wanting to get in the way of the conversation. But hearing, what King Thranduil said to Yavanna, about her mother. It made Tauriel wonder.[i] Did Yavanna loose her own mother?[/i] The young she-elf hadn't mentioned it...maybe the wounds were still too fresh, for her to. But a part of her wondered, just how much she and Legolas had in common.