Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"They were powerful magical light sources that'd let Elves live outside Valinor even once they'd been exposed to its light?"
"We don't have these at all. Perhaps usurping Mandos doesn't seem an urgent project."
"I'd make you a dumb one to check out but never did get confirmation that dumb ones don't count for the oath so better not."
"Did you not have this, my batch - Fëanor and all seven kids - swore an oath to, I forget the wording, yada yada go stab anybody who has one and won't give it back?"
"I know. It was - we did think he might try to use it against us but if that involved him not using them himself it'd be worth it."
"That seems like a pretty bad tradeoff right now but I guess I'll let you know if it changes. - and I'll apologize to Findekáno for being annoyed with him for wanting to have created this instance of me from before I swore it."
"We could order up more Wishes to free people from binding oaths they've sworn. - this will seriously screw with your lawfulness but I guess none of you care."
"I'd like to be slightly more lawful in the boring formal sense if only as a contingency plan for if all my grander ambitions than fixing individual trials fail, but yeah why would it matter to anyone with a different setup?"
"Well, then, everyone except Belmarniss can make stupid oaths and Wish themselves free of them for as long as Cam'll provide the diamonds."
"Do you want me to fill a warehouse? More efficient than asking me every time you want a bagful if it's a predictably ongoing commodity need."
"If you have a warehouse handy now's fine. Since I appear to be between projects till I start designing your gate port."