[ well, his ears are.. somewhat like the other elves here, anyway. as bizarre as it is to think that theirs are entirely stationary, sometimes he would wish his own were. even now, he occasionally gives more information about his mood away than he likes because of them. and his hair is a curly, tangled mess, entirely unlike thranduil's sleek locks, but.. the sentiment is appreciated, anyway. especially given how self-conscious he still is of his appearance. his edocharei have worked very hard over the past year to make certain their emperor is presentable. ]

We are half-blooded, [ he admits after a few quiet moments, glad to retreat to his little tucked-away corner. he hardly wants someone else to intrude on this conversation, after all. ] Though it means something different in the Elflands than it does here. The full-blooded elves of our homeland are snowy-haired and oft snowy-skinned, too.

[ he glances back up at the question and the offer, ears flicking back uncertainly, then lifting again. ] We know a few simple braids, but little appropriate to be seen in public. [ he touches the knot of braids at his nape, feeling his face heat again. ] We would not wish the chore of our hair on anyone, to say the truth. Though.. we would be glad to learn more, if you would be willing to teach us.