He might well pressgang the nug into impromptu service.

Despite the lack of an assistant, the office is still in good shape, slack being picked up as needed to cover. There's a chair before the desk, Thranduil gestures to it with a polite, "Enchanter."

A general shuffling of papers, or at least turning over the top page of whatever he had been reading to cover whatever was below it and prevent his eyes from wandering back to it.

"And how may I aid you?"