Eowyn reached the table, crept up behind the guy that was already sitting there.
"Hey bro! What's up?!" Giving him a slap on the back. A very hard slap, knocking the wind out of him.
"Eowyn…" he winced in pain. "Next time you do that, tell me beforehand…"
"What if I don't?"
"Oh I don't know… maybe I'll give you a NOOGIE!" and with that, the flaxen haired teen tackled his sister and rubbed his fist in her hair.
"Eomer! Stop, you're killing me!" Eowyn laughed as her brother messed up her beautiful blonde hair.
The hobbits gaped at her.
"There, you look way better." Eomer teased.
"Feels much better too," Eowyn reached up to feel her now very messy hair. "Thanks brother." She said smiling.
"Made some new friends already? That was fast…" Eomer stared at the hobbits in wonder.
"We're hobbits from The Shire," Pippin said proudly. "Halflings if that's what you call us."
"Great to meet you guys. Oh hey-! FARAMIR! Over here!"
A sandy-haired boy with a rather large nose jumped at the sound of his name, dropping the stack of books he was holding.
Awkward pause.
"Oh, that kid, ever so nervous…" Eomer shook his head and went over to help pick up the boy's belongings.
"I hear that his father favors his older brother," Eowyn whispered to the hobbits, making a face. "But from what I've seen, Boromir's pretty protective of him."
"Who's-?" Frodo started, but was cut off by Eowyn.
"His older brother. He's kind of nice I guess…"
Eomer returned with the sandy-haired boy, face flushed with mild embarrassment.