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 -"
"Yeah and Fëanáro wouldn't be an acceptable sound cluster."
The embassy is kind of astonished, this variety of promissory script hasn't been used here in five or ten Years - "and they're all chipped in Valinor, right?" but manage eventually to figure out how to give them some paper money for it. The whole staff gets involved in the mission with great enthusiasm.