[He's a little confused about the term - not to mention the sentence structure, but Lindir sticks to the question at hand.]

The Silmarils, that is, jewels crafted by Fëanor with the light of the Two Trees locked within them. They were coveted by many, and lives were lost as those who desired to posses them fought. If I were to repeat the whole of the history it would be long in the telling, but the three Silmarils now rest far beyond reach. The Elves of Middle-earth no longer have any desire to wage war against one another.

[A pause.]

There are other dangers more worthy of our concern.