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 -"
"Thanks for the ride."
"Of course. Do you know why I couldn't ping you, I've never heard of that happening before."
"No idea. We'll get it looked into."
"I can check if it's fixed now -" Pause - "Nope. Oh, you might not be able to buy anything, you should check that before we drop you off."
"We don't have any urgent shopping," he says gratefully, "I'll check once we're home."
"No, it's kind of a big deal, what if you're not backing up right?"
"That's terribly uncommon, isn't it?"
"Honestly I've never heard of it but I've never not been able to ping someone elther - maybe it's my chip malfunctioning, can you ping each other -"
Good idea, he says guiltily.
"Uh, yes, I can ping them fine -"
"Works for me!"
"Huh. I wasn't having trouble with traffic control, and I ordered a new plane okay - or I thought I did - maybe Vanimë pushed me a new comm blessing and you guys have an incompatible standard? I thought they were trying to regulate that sort of thing, safety reasons..."
"Always takes some time to come up with rules for that sort of thing," Rúmil says solemnly.
"I thought it was one of those things the prince got outta the way before he finally settled down but I will admit I get all my politics from the magazine covers in the checkout aisle."
"Me too," Rúmil agrees.
"We were actually just going to sleep when you arrived, do you mind terribly if we catch up on our nap -"
"Course not? Just... on the ground? You didn't bring sleepsacks or ...pillows or anything?"
"We find it very refreshing."
"Okay. I'll let you know when the ride's here." And she turns away, frowning.
If we are very resting on the trip -
He gets onto the flying metal thing and tries to rest really hard.
And someone else comes out to meet it. Looks at them, says - "Rúmil?"
"And Mirelótë! Are you okay? You look terrible - oh no, what happened -"
"Can we perhaps explain somewhere more private? And maybe in a few hours, we were interrupted in our sleep -"
"Yes, of course, come in - are you sure she doesn't need a doctor she looks like she needs a doctor -"