The boy slid into an empty seat next to Sam.
"I'm Faramir, Son of Denethor." He said rather quietly.
"Frodo Baggins from The Shire."
Faramir gave a weak smile, looking rather pale.
"Your dad's been mistreating you again?" Eomer asked gently.
"Just the usual..."
"At least Boromir's still on your side." Eomer patted him on the back.
Faramir forced a smile on his tired face.
No one else said a word about Denethor for the rest of lunch.
"If you need to talk, you can tell us." Eowyn said. "Me and Eomer are here for you."
Faramir merely nodded.
Just then, Legolas walked by. "There's a general assembly after lunch."
"Oh no, not again... I hate that song..." Eowyn groaned.
"We all do, little sister," Eomer said, trying to stifle a laugh.
"We'd better hurry up then, we still have 15 more minutes," Pippin informed the table.