When she touched his shoulder, Legolas jumped a little, but relaxed into the touch quite easily, knowing that she was there to soothe him in such dark times. She was his angel; a listener; his light in the darkness. Slowly turning around to face her again, he looked down at the locket, as soon as Yavanna expressed her pity. 

“She was just like you: Beautiful, wise, conscience. You remind me of her...and I like that”, the Elf Prince looked back up to her again, before reaching his hand out to her, gesturing for her to take the locket back. “You should wear it. I’m sure it would look beautiful”, he remarked, having to look into her eyes, and give sad smile; once he had not given in such a long time,