Legolas heard her question while he proceeded to stand next to her, and look down upon the Elven kingdom; her home. “He knew I’d come for you”, he said, in response. The sight was beautiful; the gentle breeze flowing through his and the princess’ hair, while having to brush against their fair and sensitive skin. “I promised Lord Elrond to look after you upon the journey. I know that he worries”, he then looked to her, and towards an object in her hand. “May I ask...what that is?”, he asked softly, quite curiously. 

If only he could ease her mind, and bring back that smile he has been enchanted by.