Curufinwë Fëanáro returned to awareness slowly. He was standing- or, rather, he was, for he had no body now, before a very tall and very unamused Námo, Lord of Mandos.

Now only a naked fëa before the Doomsman of the Valar, who had indeed doomed him on their last meeting, Fëanáro quailed.

"Son of Finwë," Námo intoned. "Your crimes in life have been heinous and many. Ye have committed the first violence in Aman, incited rebellion and the slaying of your own kin, and taken the three most sacred names in Eä in a dreadful Oath."

Fëanáro could not meet the Vala's eyes, so terrible was he in his wrath to the fëar in his Halls.

"And," Námo added, "for such a dreadful, unbreakable Oath designed to ensure the retrieval of that which ye held most precious in Eä, it was incredibly poorly thought-out."

That caught the Elda's anger, and he was about to utter a scathing reply when the Lord of Mandos began to recite in a chilling voice,

"Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean
Brood of Morgoth or bright Vala,
Elda or Maia or Aftercomer,
Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth..."

Hearing it again, horror coursed through Fëanáro as he realized that there was something missing. He had made a critical mistake.

The Noldo went pale (as much as a disembodied fëa could) as the Lord of Mandos told him gravely, "Fëanáro, not only did you forget about the Avari and the Dwarves- who, by the way, will try to steal a Silmaril in several centuries' time- you forgot about Morgoth."

Thus the punishment of Curufinwë Fëanáro for his many fell deeds and his staining of the land of Aman was the knowledge that he had made the single most epic fail in the history of Eä.