Legolas looked back at the girl, and smiled fondly towards her. She was quite the marvel for one's gaze to look upon; truly a wonder to behold. Her hand gently brushed the side of his face, once again, and the memory of them back on Ravenhill, came rushing back, at full-force. Perhaps his father was right on saying that the princess was to be valued. The only instinct that he felt, was to put his hand on top of the one that was on his face, having to lean closer into the touch, having to inhaling her scent, and imprint it into his mind. He wanted to remember it; remember [i]her[/i], and know what she would and could do in a situation. 

For that, by closing his eyes, the Elf Prince committed her soft and creamy skin into memory. It took him only a second to embrace her attempts to return the affection, but as soon as she spoke, he opened his blue eyes once again, keeping his hand upon her own, gently gripping it. "Milady?", he respectfully said, having to smile softly, and gesturing her to lead the way.