[ She squeezes him gently, nodding her head against his shoulder; she's smaller than he is and she wonders how much comfort her embrace is really giving him. She wasn't very good at singing and she couldn't really braid hair... What could she offer him other than her company and friendship? Hopefully that would be enough. ]

It's not the same as here, though, is it? We have no idea when we're going home. But we will go home, Legolas, that I'm sure of. You'll see your father again sooner than you think.

[ She pauses, hesitating, before she leans back and reaches into her bag. She doesn't have much for homesickness and the loss of family and friend, but she does have some things - the most important being Honeydukes finest chocolate. If it was good enough to help fight back against a Dementor it should help here. ]

Try some of this. It'll make you feel better, I promise.