ImTired Melkor looks at the gems and his eyes become big with disbelief:
"Impossible, they... They look just like the Silmarils. Thank you!"
He moves a finger towards his left eye and removes something right underneath, was it a tear? Even Gash who stood in a corner, watching his master in silence couldn't believe his eyes.
Then The Corruptor looks towards the new throne. "I'm speachless right know. But yet, I wish to say some things and ask you some more questions, would you mind?
First of all, debt you say. Let me make this clear, I owe you nothing, you 'gave' me a wish. But my gratitude is great, and if you ever need something, the support of my army or my assistance, I will provide, as long as the request is reasonable.
Second, the throne, I didn't ask for it, and yet you gave it. Why? And why the words? Do they have a special meaning?"
Melkor doesn't sit down on the throne yet.
"I'm sorry, but if you have been imprisoned for as long as I have been, you would have become a little paranoia like me. Especially with gifts. And thrones that are given are a trap in many tales, so forgive me if I don't sit down just yet."