"Be he friend or foe, be he foul or clean, brood of Morgoth or bright Vala..." -J.R.R. Tolkien

"Surrender the Silmaril!" cried Maedhros, closing in on Elwing and forcing her to back further and further along the pier.

"It was won by my grandfather through his own blood from the very one you swore to reclaim it from!" snapped Elwing. "It is mine!"

"That very same Oath demands you now to give it up or face death!" responded Maedhros, now mere feet from where Elwing balanced on the edge of the pier.

"No it doesn't," Elwing said calmly.

Maedhros stopped, shocked. "What?!"

"You see," said Elwing, "your Oath stated, 'Be he friend or foe, be he foul or clean..."

"Yes, yes," snapped Maedhros impatiently. "I am well aware of what I said!"

"Well..." said Elwing with a mischievous glint in her eye, and jumping into the water, she cried, "I am no man!"