When eventually they arrive, there's an older woman swinging thoughtfully in a porch swing out front of a picturesque farm, sipping on some lemonade as she reads a book. Almost as if she sensed he was there, she looks up and smiles so brightly that her boy has come home and Clark can't help but trot up to her to pull her into his arms for a warm hug. He looks back, gesturing to Fëanáro.

"Ma, I... made a friend on the way back here," he says in English, "and he's in need of a place to stay for a bit. We still have that room out in the barn?"

She takes one look at the gentleman her son has brought home, frowns thoughtfully, and nods.

"Of course, dear. Though you could do introductions before you hand over our barn."

Clark blushed a little, ducking his head, and gestured between the two of them.

"Fëanáro, this is my mother, Martha Kent. Ma, this is Fëanáro Curufinwë."

Martha bowed her head for a moment in greeting.

"Welcome to the Kent Farm, Mr. Curufinwë."