[ he watches as the taller elf rises to pull the curtains, wondering at the purpose. when he moves closer, though, gray eyes widen in realization. oh. well. of course he'd want to see how it's put together, he supposes.

he hesitates, then nods, turning to give thranduil better access to the knot of braids. he reaches up to pull the jeweled pins from the mass, himself, setting them aside on the table. the tashin sticks and braids themselves he leaves for thranduil to sort out as he likes. ]

We-- [ the formal plural, though it doesn't translate in this language without such forms. ] --learn to do simple braids as children. We had not yet learned adult dressings when we took the throne. Ever after, we have had our edocharei.