I am Curufinwë Fëanáro, King of the Noldor. This world is called Arda, and this continent called Beleriand; we are at war with an evil god. Leareth is helping us, and -

The mountain starts shaking, violently. 

At almost the same second the magical lights other than the SIlmarils are quenched; the Silmarils still shine, illuminating everything within two feet of them and nothing beyond that. 

And several voices scream very loudly in osanwë - not in pain, just forcefully, like they're aiming for as much volume as possible in a medium that doesn't usually allow for particular volume. It is not less distracting than an agonizingly loud spoken sound.

Leareth reacts instinctively, Fëanáro is still holding the Silmarils and Leareth knows Maitimo is near him and Leareth can't actually see Vanyel and Yfandes anymore but he can feel them with Thoughtsensing and he shoves them together with raw force. He doesn't know where the backup facilities are, Maitimo and/or Fëanáro know, but he can get them somewhere that isn't here and is hopefully still safe, so he anchors the Gate on the centre of Nolofinwë's main camp – he shapes a circular threshold under them, just big enough to fit, so that they fall through instantly, and then he makes a run toward it–

He runs facefirst into rock, instead.

Just that shock, in addition to the screaming osanwë voices, is enough that Leareth almost loses the Gate, but– no, damn it, he doesn't have time to go around or cut his way through to it, he'll get out separately - or not - but he just brought Vanyel here on a leap of faith, and Vanyel is helpless after being subjected to a Gate, and he's immortal and Vanyel isn't, he's not going to let anything–

–Leareth slams the Gate shut and then he drops to the ground and checks his shield-talisman. 

Functioning normally. 

Until the air grows heavy like it was over Taniquetil, like it was when he went to meet Aulë, and then abruptly the shield-talisman is not functioning at all. 

No time to catch his breath. Leareth starts to shape a tiny Gate-terminus under himself. 

That doesn't work either. 

For an instant everything feels very cold and then it doesn't really feel like anything at all.

And Yfandes rolls and lands and manages somehow not to break a leg, in yet another unknown place. :What - where's Van - what just happened?: 

Enemy. I don't know how - and if he could why now - must've - we need to get out of here, we need to get everyone out of here - can Vanyel Gate -

:No. Not right now. He reacts badly to Gates, didn't Leareth–: Focus. :I can run really, really fast but I can't carry all three of you very far – does the enemy know where we Gated to, they're usually not traceable–:

The likeliest way he found us there is tracing a Gate - no, he realizes a second later, it's the orcs, but - and this is another known location, I didn't have time to tell Leareth a secret one. Just take Vanyel, we can get our own horses - you're aiming for Doriath, it's seventy miles east of here, and if they won't take you for Tumunzahar, which is even farther east - creeping magic darkness is bad, hideous people with axes and spears bad, everyone else should be able to tell you where Doriath is -

Vanyel is sprawled on the ground, moaning but not making any attempt to get up. 

:Get him in my saddle and belt him in please: Yfandes barks. :Then I'll go – I am so annoyed at Leareth for dumping us into this, but if it was a surprise attack and he didn't know...: 

He didn't know. Also if Vanyel can't help everyone in the world is probably going to die and he thought Vanyel would care about that. And we can help with your world, after. He can get Vanyel into the saddle and figure out the belts. Around them the camp is getting chaotic as people prepare to evacuate.

:...He will care. He does: She snaps out instructions to him on the belts and the second Vanyel is firmly fastened in place, though not comfortably, she's off. 

She can run a lot faster than a normal horse. In fact, it almost seems like she's skipping through the air over obstacles rather than merely jumping them. 

Then she'll be well ahead of the rest of them in heading east, east, east.

When Leareth wakes up, he lies still and doesn't open his eyes. He instinctively reaches out first with his mage-senses, silently, as he tries to remember where he's supposed to be– Not here. He's pretty sure that here is not where he's supposed to be. 

He's in a stone room, underground, lying on the floor. There's a Maia at the door; there's no one else around. 

Still without moving, he tries to raise a Gate under himself. 

This does not work.

...A moment of disorientation, it should work but it didn't - right, before, in the caves. 

When he was captured. Leareth is pretty sure that's the thing that happened. Because this one time, out of all the times, he wasn't paranoid enough.

He checks his shields and then lies still. The Maia is...familiar. Shield-poking Maia, right. Perfect. 

Is there anything he can do? His magic doesn't work here– No, wait, he only has proof that Melkor can counteract magic he's seen. Leareth tries casting an obscure type of silent trap-spell, to see if that works. 

Nope. 

"Hey sweetheart. Breakfast?"

Leareth blinks, confused – there's no way he's ever used that particular spell or even that entire class of spells in Arda.

He sits up. Keeps his shields tight. "Where am I?" He's pretty sure that he knows where he is. 

"Friend of mine's place. Do you want breakfast or do we need to talk through absolutely everything first."