[ he sets the pins aside, then sits where indicated, lacing his fingers loosely together in his lap as he waits. long hours spent on the throne or in the care of his edocharei or in meditation has given an already patient young man a sort of serenity in such situations, and he settles there without complaint or restless fidgeting. ]

Our craftsmen are very skilled, [ he agrees a few moments later, the faintest trace of warm pride in his voice. ] We feel honoured to showcase their work when we may. [ it seems the least he can do, given that he'll never know them all personally. when he knows where items come from, though, he's taken to writing to the shop or tailor or jeweler. he wants his reign to be one in which all people are valued, whether they claim a noble name or not, and if that's going to happen, it has to start at the top, doesn't it?

he subsides for a few moments as he listens to thranduil's quiet movements, but then he chances a brief glance back to the items spread on the table. ]

This is an act of some importance in your-- your world? [ he hadn't missed the care in which the taller elf had laid everything out, had poured the water and added the oil. ]