But does this stop the bleeding

Not really. Slows it, maybe.

Then she needs to find some fucking fabric. If there isn't any close to hand she starts fumbling at her armor, then realizes she's being an idiot and conjures a wad of fabric and holds it tightly against the wound.

And then there's nothing to do but wait, and sing, and steer the boat through frothing waters.

And cry. Also that.

Yeah.

They land a hundred miles north, to load supplies.

Are other people landing in the same area is there anyone with better medical training who can look at her husband--

Songs are basically it. Huan settles himself around Tyelcormo and snaps at people who try to bother him, though he'll let Idaia close. They can have someone singing for him full-time, if they move him to be near other injured - there are a lot of injured -

Idaia spends most of her time begging him to be okay, but eventually she finds her sister and they go off somewhere more quiet and Idaia sobs on her and Imliss strokes her hair like she did in Kilaiuossa where no one would think it was shameful but no one's looking right now that's the point.

They go to sleep curled up together like when they were children.

He's not conscious when they wake up, but Huan's calmer and the singers tell them that he'll be fine, just might not wake up or be lucid for a while while his skull, which is cracked, heals.

Oh. Oh thank--not the Valar, but maybe Eru or something.

Or something. Nothing to thank now but their own skill, and nothing to blame but their own folly. It's - it's pretty different. 

Eight thousand people on their side died at Alqualondë. No one's sure how many Teleri did and honestly - while people are still dying all around them - it doesn't seem like the most important thing to know.

The Teleri will be back within a year anyway. The Noldor are guessing that they won't.

Probably not. Fucking Valar.

They don't want to load anyone onto the boats who isn't needed to learn to steer them, so it'll be marching again, north, once they've done all they can for the injured.

Why north, just to get away from Alqualonde?

Yeah, and the continents are much closer up north so they won't need to sail nearly as far on the open ocean. Which might be angry at them. Because of Alqualondë.

Sensible. The not wanting to sail as far part, not the being mad part. They shot first, dammit.

Everyone nods wearily.

The people who didn't think Fëanáro should be King think so much more fervently, now. One of Nolofinwe's followers has announced she will kill Fëanáro if she gets the chance.

...Really. Who?

Artanis, her mother was a Teler and her father is the King's youngest son so it's not like they can do much about her.

Well, Idaia can keep a discreet eye on her and make sure she doesn't get a chance.

She will get hostile stares if she wanders around too much in the camp-of-people-who-don't-think-Fëanáro's-king. She'll recognize Irisse, and get a glare from her.

Well, okay, no, she doesn't do that. She just. Stays off to one side, mostly. And broods.

People have started calling Nolofinwe the high King. Fëanáro is in a really bad mood. There is extended squabbling over control of the ships and blame for Alqualondë.

And then Mandos arrives to deliver the Doom.

Wow. Congratulations, Valar, you managed to drive her into what she thought were the depths of pessimism and low opinion of you and then surprise her with how shitty you are. Very impressive.