Small soldiers and their Captain-General.
"You are both very much improved," Boromir said proudly to the hobbits tucked against his sides. "When we come to Minas Tirith I shall find you soldiers' garb to match your blades of Westernesse."
"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."