Yavanna savored the wonderful moment, shared between them both. As she was leaning against his chest. Savoring every little thing about it all. Nobody compared to Legolas, by far. There had always been something about him, that drew her closer and closer. And each moment, they had spent together, had her falling in love with the Elven Prince more. Her other hand gently slide up, touching his cheek. Her fingers brushed against his jawline lovingly.

Her body almost leaning more against his strong frame; not wanting to be apart from him. The thought of being apart from him, was heart-breaking in the least.