"I mentioned that the leap-ships are the only way out and we didn't have enough. We didn't have any. Leaving Valinor is - well, forcefully frowned upon, to put it mildly, and has never been done. And when we announced our intent to do so, the Valar told us we were being foolish little children who should go back home. We thought about doing it the long way in the slower-than-light ships. We were projecting fifteen, twenty percent casualties just getting out of this system, it's - well defended, by the Valar, and those ships aren't meant for leaving it. And then those of us who made it would arrive in two and a half Years and by then I think most of Endore's population of probably-billions will be dead. Our years are ten times as long as yours, you said? Twenty five of yours, that's how long the trip is.
We went to Alqualonde. We asked for the ships. No. We asked for help building them. No. We asked for a lesson on lightspeed travel. Nope. They'd locked down their archives.
My father decided to steal them.
There are no weapons in Valinor and there'd never been any violence and we thought we could just take the things and go but it turns out you can do as much damage with high-powered construction equipment with the safeties ripped off as with any weapon designed for the purpose, and they tried to stop us, and we fought back, and then the Maia of Alqualonde noticed what was going on and swatted fully loaded ships out of the air - killing everyone on board - and we made it out with horrifying losses and were sentenced in absentia to thirty thousand counts of murder. That is how it happened."