[Bilbo, sitting alone, reaches into his pocket]
Thorin Oakenshield: What is that in your hand?
Bilbo Baggins: [startled] It-it's nothing.
Thorin Oakenshield: Show me!
[Bilbo opens his hand, revealing an acorn]
Bilbo Baggins: I picked it up in Beorn's garden.
Thorin Oakenshield: You've carried it all this way?
Bilbo Baggins: I'm going to plant it in my garden, in Bag End.
Thorin Oakenshield: It's a poor prize to take back to the Shire.
Bilbo Baggins: One day it'll grow. And every time I look at it, I'll remember. Remember everything that happened: the good, the bad... and how lucky I am that I made it home.