The first place they land is technically habitable and presumably starfaring. However, it is also apparently mid-war-of-some-kind and even Fëanáro can't figure out what the un-osanwëable hulks of metal are shouting at them in time to comply and those things they're holding seem to have already done disastrous things to the landscape. They jump again and now between Fëanáro's rescue mission and the escape attempts they're out of mana sufficient for jumping between them.
"This looks like where we jumped from -"
He bounces her his view, which makes the similarities more pronounced; for instance, that there in the distance is definitely an Elven city built into a cliffside.
The light is still gold and silver blending in the sky, but distinctly different.
"...well these Valar aren't mad at us yet and we can jump out again tomorrow."
"We'll see anyone coming," he says.
An hour later he sees someone or something coming. It's a shiny metal bubble that maneuvers quite unlike a bird, but flies.
And ideally wouldn't be woken, since they need reasonably solid rest to get their mana back. But -
Bella? I'm sorry - looks like someone's coming -
Only about an hour - bounce, since she probably can't see it yet - do you think it's dangerous like the kind in the other world -
We should've hidden...
And as a result you are alive and that is very very good, it wasn't worth the risk - most metal things can't be war machines, people shouldn't get crueler with time, it doesn't make any sense -
We could try to make it to the trees but they wouldn't help much if anyone's seriously looking -
The thing approaches, rapidly. It's large.
He relaxes slightly. So we just need to be unworthy of the note of the Valar and it'll probably be fine, Elves wouldn't - attack - can you distinguish an orc -
The rumbling of the approaching metal thing wakes Fëanáro. He blinks blearily at them - then sees the thing -
- wow - uh, is it coming at us -
It definitely appears to be coming at them!