As she soaked every second of that moment in; Her love for the elven prince seemed to pour of her. From the singlest touch, aswell as the loving look in her eyes; any time she looked at him. Feeling, safe and content in his arms. Yavanna did not want to be anywhere else right now. Just here, in his arms. Where she felt, like she belonged the most. As she was still leaning against his chest. Yavanna looked up into his icy blue eyes as he spoke.

Her emerald eyes were filled with a softness of love and affection. But also worry shone through her hues. "I don't want anything to happen to you." Yavanna said softly. "I don't think, I could cope with that...if I lost you." She breathed out gently, leaning into his touch. Breathing him in. Yavanna had already lost, people that she cared about; Her own mother. Thorin and Fili, whom were like family to her. She couldn't bare to loose Legolas, if something bad would happen to him.