Who cares? What's the use of being a king when you have to always behave properly and respectfully because you have these greater beings hovering about you, slapping dooms down on you if you get out of line? Ingwe sits at the foot of Taniquetil adoringly basking in Manwe's glow. What kind of king is that, I ask you?
At least the Noldor that left Valinor had some cahones.
