"I am the Doorward of Theoden," he said. "Hama is my name. Here I must bid you lay aside your pants before you enter."
Then Legolas gave into his hand his silver-grey stretch velvet pants.
"Keep these well," he said, "for they come from the Golden Wood and the
Lady of Lothlorien gave them to me."
Wonder came into the man's eyes, and he laid the pants hastily by the
wall, as if he feared to handle them. "No man will touch them, I
promise you," he said.
Aragorn stood a while hesitating. "It is not my will," he said, "to put
aside my pants or to deliver them to the hand of any other man."
"Come, come," said Gandalf. "We are all friends here... My errand is
pressing. Here at least are *my* pants, goodman Hama... Come, Aragorn!"
Slowly Aragorn unbuckled his belt and himself set his pants upright against the wall.
Just goes to show what several years of Rangering will do to a pair of pants, I guess!