[Pippin, in his Gondorian armour, sits outside of the Hall of Kings.]

Pippin: "What were you thinking, Peregrin Took? What service can a Hobbit offer such a great lord of Men?"

Faramir: "It was well done."

[Pippin stands up as Faramir approaches.]

Faramir: "A generous deed should not be checked with cold counsel. You are to join the tower guard."

Pippin: "I didn't think they would find any livery that would fit me."

Faramir: "Once belonged to a young boy of the city. A very foolish one who wasted 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 together.]

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."