Legolas was handing his horse to one of the other Elves that have traveled with him, before he had caught his name being called by someone in the wind; it was a female, and it was one that he was way-too familiar with. He looked in the direction of where he could have heard it from, and an all-too familiar face in the distance. "Yavanna", the prince whispered in relief, believing that his whisper would reach her Elven ears. Gently, he took a moment to reach up and take hold of the necklace that was around his neck, and made what seemed to be a silent prayer of relief that she was alright. He then approached her without hesitation, having to wrap his arms around her, as if to shield her away from danger, to which he had caught wind of, during his stay with the Dunedain. 

Holding the girl close, he placed his face into her dark hair, having to inhale her scent and imprint it into his mind. After a moment of embracing Yavanna, whose beauty never left his mind, as well as moving a piece of her dark hair from her face, the Elven Prince was humble enough to give his closest friend, whom he saw as a sister, a hug.