Unlike the other Dunedain Rangers, Aragorn may be one of the few who was friendly with the Elven folk. At first, Legolas had half-expected him to be lower, considering the Elf Prince was in fact, a Prince. But being one of the few who learned about the identity of this "Strider", it would seem that both of them were almost on the same page; the same status, regardless of their difference in race. Legolas trusted Thranduil's word, having to realize that he may have been right about the Ranger's father being a good man. No doubt that his son would be no different. From then on, the blonde showed a great amount of respect for him, having to form a quick friendly bond with him, in the process. With the said-Man's voice, Legolas' attention was then towards him, almost caught off-guard during his submerge within the memories of the princess. Giving the Ranger a small smile, he allowed the necklace to dangle from his grip, merely to let Aragorn see it. It shined within the moonlight, having to make the trinket a perfect representation of its previous owner. 

"Yavanna", he breathed her name, loud yet soft enough for only the Ranger to hear, and not wish the others hear and pry; he trusted Aragorn's word. "My...star", it was going to take him awhile to say that last word. He certainly saw her that way, considering that she was indeed one, but he wasn't sure if he should use the term out of fonding affection.