"He does, even if he doesn't understand me all that well," though it was clear from Clark's tone, he didn't think this was the man's failing at all.

His head tilted towards the back of the farm.

"It's hard for a cattle farmer to stomach having a grandson who insists on being a vegetarian. He's never pushed it, though. Always made sure there was enough for me to eat every Christmas and Thanksgiving when we came over."

He patted the telescope.

"I think I nearly bounced my way straight to the moon when he got me this. My Pa complained the second he saw my face, said he'd never be able to get me something I'd love so much."

He glanced over at Fëanáro.

"He was kidding. He was happy for me. But he wasn't entirely wrong."