When Yavanna reached her favorite spot in the castle. She stood near the pillars, looking down upon Rivendell. Feeling the slight breeze come into through the openness of the area, she stood. Hearing footsteps and a familiar voice. Yavanna looked over her shoulder gently. It was clear she had been deep in thought, and troubled by what had been going on. Due to the sadness in her eyes. "Legolas...how did you find me?" she asked softly. Not many knew of her spot here. "Did father, give away my secret spot?" she asked softly. Not minding that her father told Legolas, where she liked to go. If there was one person she was glad to see right now, it was Legolas.

His question, made her glance down at the broken locket in hand. Her thumb tracing it's rim. "Honestly...I've been better." she said, with heavy heart like feeling to her words.