Small soldiers and their Captain-General.
"Truly?" cried Pippin, sitting up with wide eyes, but Merry laughed. "Where would you find clothes our size?"
"Those from my childhood have doubtless been stored away," Boromir replied mildly, fingers curling into Pippin's hair and round Merry's arm. "Yes, my brother's livery should fit you," he said to Pippin, who grinned, pushing his head into the caress. "And for you, Merry, I will bring forth mine."