"Return, then, to the justice of the Valar!"
Justice? The Valar care little for justice.
Sometimes I wonder if they even knew those they had condemned. Did they know of Macalaurë's sorrow? Did they know of Tyelcormo's unrequited love for two women, love that festered into grief and anger? Proud Carnistir, gifted Atarinkë, still-innocent Ambarussa-- my brothers, my family.
Arafinwë's folk were no less guilty than we; but they were spared simply because they grovelled before the Valar, whereas we are cursed forever, because we would not submit.
The justice of the Valar is a jest. So I refuse it.