Mmhmm. [ careless, as if he doesn't care, and this, more than anything, must speak of how deep it hurts it, to bury all of it behind this playful, unhurting mask ]

How did I put it again?

That the Silmarils, in whatever shape or form they are brought to and resides still in this world, that they be kept safe and inviolate from all that would claim them, saving only my father. That this would be so forever, that none may again lay hand to them saving by my father's leave.

[ He slants a look at Feanor ]

Of course, Will maintained the magic, and he is gone now, and, I suppose, any chance of retrieving the Silmaril with him.