"Hello, Master Baggins!"
Bilbo looked up from his writing. A Dwarf stood in his doorway, reminding Bilbo of a solid lump of rock within the graceful architecture of Imladris.
He set down his pen and squinted his old eyes at his visitor. Lord Elrond had mentioned he'd invited the Dwarves to his Council. Bilbo had been very pleased to hear that. He was looking forward to getting news of his old friends at the Lonely Mountain.
And despite his snow white beard and increased girth, this Dwarf looked familiar to him...
"My goodness!" Bilbo exclaimed happily. "If it isn't Gloin!"