Legolas noticed the amount of restrained sorrow within her voice and, of his Elven sight was good enough, he could spot the tears that seemed to build within her green eyes. He didn’t like to see her cry; it didn’t really suit her as one of the people would mostly smile. He [i]wanted[/i] to see that smile, but through a few circumstances, it was going to be tough. The blonde elf felt the urge to wipe them away, take away her sadness, and let her natural glow shine. 

“Just like my father”, he concluded, noticing that her case was very similar to his own. However, having to see her pass the trinket to him, he carefully and gently took it into his own hands. Carefully, he opened it, having to see a picture of a woman and a child. It was Lady Celebrian, along with one of her children as a baby. She looked so much like Yavanna, with exception of the differing hair colors. A lingering feeling grew in his chest, and he silently tried to hold it down; for it to be the feeling of a heartache. His own mother came rushing back, and he closed his eyes, while closing the locket. 

“I haven’t thought of my mother for ages. I tried to forget what fate had laid upon her”, he confessed, having to turn halfway around, so his back was to the princess. As strong as Legolas seemed to be, his mother and father have always been called “home”. Underneath the surface, he was actually starting to crack...