Legolas looked at both faces of the two she-elves that he had treasured so dearly. His best friend/sister, and a girl, who just might have awakened a feeling he had never felt in such a long time. He didn’t know what to call it, but it was there. Through such memories, he only thought of the pleasant times that he had spent time in her presence, until he had come to terms that she was special. Not only because of her being a princess, and one of the most important people on Middle-Earth, but really due to the fact that the two were more alike than he initially thought, with tragic pasts, involving their much-valued Elven mothers. 

Hearing the concern in Yavanna’s voice, the blonde made a small smile, one that showed an amount of reassurance. “I’ll admit, the race of Man are quite strange. They looked at me; some with contempt, caution. But one was kind”, he implied about Aragorn, the only Ranger who called him “friend”, and develop a mutual relationship as such. “Other than that, I’ve been well”, he once again reassured.