My hands are shaking, not from fear, but from the sheer, unadulterated fury of what has been taken! To steal the light of the world is one thing, but to hold it hostage? That is a crime against the very essence of existence. I have made my vow, and let it be known to every shadow in Middle-earth: I will not rest until the Silmarils are returned to their rightful place. Not even the void itself will protect those who withhold them from me.