"Mannish?" Thranduil offers, drawn as all elves are to works of nature. Fëar are fëar, despite outside trappings, and he is buoyed by hope for more kin, even as he is sorrowed by Arda's loss.

The Man before him certainly looks Mannish, at least, a great, giant bearded specimen of a mortal, though with a few indications of overt other-ness. The plants are one, but the uneasy way he seems to sit in his skin- that is the most obvious one.