Legolas has his eyes closed, as he breathe in some of her air, and tried to memorize what she tasted like, resulting him to commit it to memory: It was a mix of flowers and honey, as well as clean water. All he could think about, was a stream surrounded by flowers. He wondered if he would ever find a place like that; give him a reminder of the princess, as well as find her in setting similar to it. His one hand remained around her waist, while his other stayed upon her face, gently resting upon her jaw.

Legolas couldn’t think of a time where they will ever be apart. He had a feeling; the urge, to stay by her side, and not let anything come to harm her. It was the moment that he realized that she was his one...