The train is indeed interesting. The people on the platform much less so...

Whoooah!

The moment he notices a huge spider shaking as if it was to lounge at its first victim Feanor takes a few steps back and exclaims.

"Begone spawn of Ungoliant! Perish in the darkness where you came from, demon!"

Feanor could really use a sword to back his words. Otherwise, these are just empty threats and they all end up dead very soon. He has already examined the contents of his rucksack and is painfully aware nothing inside can even remotely be counted as a weapon.

This... is bad...