[from extended version]
Pippin:
[to himself]
What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service could a Hobbit offer such a great lord of men?
Faramir:
[approaching]
It was well done. Generous deeds should not be checked by cold council. You are to join the tower guard?
Pippin:
I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me.
Faramir:
It once belonged to a boy of the citadel. A very foolish one; who spent many hours slaying dragons instead of attending to his studies.
Pippin:
This was yours?
Faramir:
Yes, it was mine. My father had it made for me.
Pippin:
Well, I'm taller than you were then. Though I'm not likely to grow anymore... except sideways.
[they laugh]
Faramir:
Never fitted me either. Boromir was always the soldier. They were so alike, he and my father. Proud... stubborn, even. But strong.
Pippin:
I think you have strength, of a different kind. And one day your father will see it.
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