Pippin tugged the coat into place, smoothing his hand over the White Tree that was embroidered into the black wool. He wondered what the lasses back home would say if they saw him in his uniform of the Guard of the Citadel. He looked up into the mirror and grinned at himself. He was quite handsome, if he did say so himself.
He heard a noise of disgust behind him and turned to glare at Merry, dressed in the uniform of Rohan and sprawled in a chair waiting for him.
"You are vain, Peregrin Took!" Merry muttered, rolling his eyes.