For the "Gift" prompt.
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.