T'was Pippin to Beregond in Minas Tirith. I suppose it is better to give the whole of the passage, for I like it very much (it is wonderful feeling, after loads of time being smallest of the company and not even out of twins, to be treated as prince of halflings and person of great importance, eh?):
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I am named Beregond son of Baranor. I have no duty this morning, and I have been sent to you to teach you the pass-words, and to tell you some of the many things that no doubt you will wish to know. And for my part, I would learn of you also. For never before have we seen a halfling in this land and though we have heard rumour of them, little is said of them in any tale that we know. Moreover you are a friend of Mithrandir. Do you know him well?’
‘Well, I have known of him all my short life, as you might say; and lately I have travelled far with him. But there is much to read in that book, and I cannot claim to have seen more than a page or two. Yet perhaps I know him as well as any but a few. Aragorn was the only one of our Company, I think, who really knew him
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