"Hello!" And then, blinking at Lúthien, congratulations!

Giggle. Thanks. Came to ask advice on a loosely related matter.

Oh? Come on in. 

In they go. So it seemed like her parents took it surprisingly well, except in exchange for his blessing her father wants Morgoth's crown which, okay, it's not like he's using it, so we went and found it and unfortunately it is very firmly attached to some shiny rocks.

Giving him those would be a really bad idea; they are Fëanáro's, our grandfather died trying to keep them out of Enemy hands, and my cousins swore a very stupid oath about them. 

Yeah, we know. Although it is very lucky that Lúthien recognized them. We would like to get them out of the crown. Obviously my drama with my in-laws is way less important than Maedhros and company not feeling obliged to blow up Doriath by a long shot but we would still really like to get them out of the crown and give the crown part to her dad.

I am pretty sure my cousins were aware that the Enemy had them in his crown and had a knife enchanted for the specific purpose. You might have a hard time persuading them to loan it without an explanation but if you're willing to proffer one, Curufin is the person to ask. 

Do we count as 'withholding the Silmarils' if we know where they are and could totally get them but are not doing so until they are detached from a thing we want, or anything?

Maybe phrase it as 'hey, we found your Silmarils, we're sure you were going to retrieve them anyway but we'll aid your retrieval in exchange for the crown once they're pried off it'. But the oath doesn't attach to anyone who could be doing more to get them their Silmarils, that would be - 

- at that point I would have asked you for more latitude on my magical powers.

Yeah, fair.

Maedhros would never feel safe around him again but Maedhros would also not be compelled to murder people, it wouldn't be a hard decision.

He doesn't have to make it.

In any event, I expect Curufin can help you, and happily will.

Cool. Any guesses where we find him this time of day?

With his father, probably, now that he's back.

Cool, thank you.

My pleasure. Thank you for approaching the Silmarils with some concern for geopolitics, I am very weary of war.

You're welcome.

Off to Curufin?

On Earth! With his father! In a library, which they haven't been kicked out of for disturbing the patrons only because they're doing all their arguing over osanwe.

Aw, they look like they're having fun. Bella waits to be acknowledged.

"Hello," Fëanáro says to her after a few minutes. "Your society's done incredibly well what with the dying so young, I am horrified and impressed. What do you need?"

"Found your Silmarils in Morgoth's basement. We're happy to pick them up for you but we would like the crown they are attached to and they don't want to come off, I heard there's an enchanted knife already made for the purpose?"

He pulls it out. It's black. He reaches for a nearby library book retrieval cart and cuts through it like butter. "Let's go get them, shall we?"

"...Did you just slice through a library cart? What did that library cart ever do to you?"

"Most people do not believe me about how very sharp it is, and are not suitably careful around it! I will fix the library's cart for them, but let's get the Silmarils first."

"I take it you want to come along."

Fëanáro stands. "Yes, of course. The Silmarils are very important, the last part of the Doom we haven't subverted."