Character: Bilbo, Rivendell Elves
Disclaimer: Middle-earth belongs to Tolkien and his heirs... I wander there for fun, not profit
Bilbo tramps steadily across the endless purple moorland, light fading from the sky. “Might take another day to find the right path, of course. Even with Gandalf guiding us we nearly –”
But he is expected: not all the high calls echoing around him, it turns out, are birds. Over the next rise, two dun-clad Elves melt from the heather and bow in greeting. His escorts drop down with him through the pine-forests till Imladris' many lanterns twinkle below.
“Master Elrond begs you, Bilbo Baggins, to accept our welcome to the Last Homely House.” And this, Bilbo feels, is gift indeed.