Yavanna was lost in thought; that she almost didn't hear her elder sister walk into the room. She gasped slightly, with a light jump upon seeing Arwen. Quickly blinked back her tears; closing up the broken locket that was in her hand. "I see, word travels faster than the wind." she said softly. Yavanna nodded her head, at her sister's second question.

Lord Elrond turned around upon Legolas' arrival. "Yes, I just wanted to have a few little words with you." he told the Elven Prince with a soft smile. "I know how much, my youngest has come to care for you. And truthfully, I am glad she has someone like you in her life. I couldn't wish for a better man for our beloved Yavanna." In so many words, Elrond was giving Legolas his blessing in a way. "But with this task ahead...I can't help but worry about her. She's still young, still has a lot to learn about the ways of our world. I couldn't bare if she was lost."