For the "Lend" prompt.
“Somewhere here, surely,” the Hobbit murmurs, pattering through the fallen beech leaves' glorious red-gold beneath the noonday sun. “I must be nearly at the road –”
And then he finds them, just as he remembered; William stooping, Tom and Bert caught open-mouthed looking on. Time's softened their grim outlines; the shafts of sunlight lend them an almost homely air. A bird has nested behind Bert's left ear.
“Well, well,” Bilbo chuckles. “Still here, you three? I've given away all that gold of yours, I'm afraid...” He sits down at Tom's feet, the stone warm behind his back, and lights his pipe.
Descriptions of the trolls from The Hobbit Chapter 2, Roast Mutton, and FoTR Book I Chapter 12, Flight to the Ford.