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." 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."