"Greetings Anairë, and well met. The stars shine on this very hour of our meeting - In some place far away," he mused, then smiled at her, leaning closer.
"And while I should dearly like to visit your home, I think it would be decidedly better if I merely attended your shop? Unless you have no place within the city proper in which you sell your craft?" He asked, frowning. He knew which part of the city she suggested, and while none of the elves were ever poor or lower class there was definitely a division between the royal line and those who didn't fit the title.
He wasn't judgmental of that fact, for all the Noldor were his responsibility and he took it very seriously. He never looked down on or scorned them for not being born into the proper lines. It was by mere gift and chance that he had been the son of the king. Fortune smiled on his family, and the Valar had most assuredly blessed them.