Legolas didn't dare to separate himself from the princess, but he knew there came a point where he had to let her go, and so, he did, the Elf Prince retracted his lips from her own, having to slightly pant, due to a lack of air. He had never felt that close to the girl, even that was what he secretly wished, considering that Yavanna was someone who had managed to open his eyes on life, as well as someone to relate to. He wondered if it was fate that tied them together, but he knew that she was someone whom he could latch onto, in times of need. As a result, it awoke something in him that he had never felt before. Right here, right now, he believed her to be a part of him...

He, however, did not separate from their embrace, having to let his forehead touch her own, and let this feeling shroud them.