Most Amanyar are like sheep, living in the pasture without ever knowing the wide world beyond, blindly following the shepherd. Obedient, servile, they never seemed to question that they were lesser than the spirits who ruled them.
(In this they are remarkably like you Edain, who think that to fear a god is virtue.)
All save one: the rebel, whose spirit burned like fire, whose words kindled the hearts of his people. He was the god-defier, and for this he was cursed, and his kin also: doomed to utter ruin and darkness.
He is not forgotten. We honour him still.