To live again, that is what the Valar promised me. They showed me kindness for the ages I spent for Morgoth. The ages that I missed with my son, with my daughter, with my wife. They returned me to Arda once again for a second chance at happiness, in return for my 'bravery and strength', as they said. Though I don't know how far in happiness I'll get with my family long perished.
But there is no hurt in trying. Aurë entuluval, day shall come again...
A/N: This is from Húrin Thalion's point of view. I felt bad for poor Húrin. He deserved a second chance. If Glorfindel got one, he should've too.