"I haven't read a book about that era in particular in at least ten years, I don't have a lot of detail retained. Uh. Sorry."

"Unless he has a lot of magic he's probably not very dangerous presently."

"I mean, I guess he doesn't have a sword right now, but braids're very strong and very fast. ...maybe less so when they have been dead for 1440 years."

"I don't have any reason to want to hurt any of you. Unless you have our Silmarils, in which case, yes, just go ahead and stab me."

"Never heard of them, personally."

"I don't think anybody's seen or heard of them in a very long time."

"Then I'd be really surprised if we had a problem." He twitches. 

"What's a Silmaril?"

"Magic devices we could've used to win the war with Melkor, which were stolen."

"And what's Melkor?"

"Evil god."

"What kind?"

He looks bewildered.

"What sorts of evil creatures were his allies, what was he trying to do-"

"Uh, orcs, Balrogs, dragons, occasionally spiders, he wanted to rule the world and torture everyone until they wished they could die and use them to breed new evil species?"

He looks at the Dwarves to see if there is any corroboration to be had.

"I've sold orcs cookware before, they... exist? We didn't talk about ancient history. Spiders also exist but don't talk at all."

"You can find that sort of thing in books but there's a lot of competing narratives."

"The Dwarves at the time were our allies against Melkor. But they're all dead, Thingol's people murdered them."

"That part even I've heard about, I suppose it seems more relevant to us than things to do with dragons fighting gods up on the surface somewhere a thousand years ago."

He closes his eyes unhappily. "I hope you still don't trust them. If there are any of them left to distrust."

"- who? Thingol's lot? They're long gone. They were mass slaughtered, see."

He smiles. Just slightly. 

"You were - avenging a bunch of people?"

"It wasn't not a consideration but if it'd been the only one we wouldn't have done it."