"That's good," Boromir smiled. "Get some restÉ if you can."

"Why wouldn't I be able to?"

"WellÉ"

"What?"

"It's the hobbitsÉ"

"What about them?"

"It may just be meÉ"

"Boromir, what is it?"

Boromir peered at him in the dark and decided to let him find out for himself. "Never mind." Aragorn looked at him queerly before leaving him, too tired to figure out his cryptic message. Only later, when a shrill cry rent the air did Boromir dare chuckle.

"Pippin! Stars! Keep your cold hands to yourself!"