"Well I did spend my youth tending to ladies that liked having their hair done up prettily- and more than a few summers as an attendant for ladies of the court now and then." Usually while trying to find ways to kill their husbands or their sons but- that seemed like a thing not to bring up for the moment. Instead he sits back and lets her see and feel the braided bun, greatly pleased that he'd managed to do SOMETHING with all that long, fine hair.

It will hold and hold well as long as she had need of it.

"You are most welcome, Lady Galadriel." He'd been told he'd done well in the past- by lovers, by masters, by the whores that raised him- but Galadriel's praise settled into the smallest circle of esteem he had. Those that he fought with in the Blight. It warmed him through in a way he did not wish to look at too closely, more than content to simply smile in return. "I am happy to be of service."