This oath saw him pledge, on pain of calling upon himself the Everlasting Darkness, to pursue with violence any who would keep or hold a Silmaril from him, no matter who it was, and no matter what the reason or circumstance. At the end of his speech, furious and ever prideful, Fëanor swore the dreadful oath to Eru, calling Manwë and Varda in witness. At Tirion, Fëanor gave an impassioned speech in which he convinced the vast majority of the Ñoldor to follow him to Middle-earth to wrest the Silmarils back from Morgoth and avenge Finwë. Learning of his father’s death at the hands of Morgoth, Fëanor went back to Tirion, breaking the exile set by the Valar. Woe unto world’s end! Our word hear thou, Whoso hideth or hoardeth, or in hand taketh,
Shall defend him from Fëanáro, and Fëanáro’s kin, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, “Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean Fëanor’s bloodline is almost spent! But there is still hope!