Bilbo stepped off of the ship. His bones creaked and then were still. He felt younger than he had ever felt before. He was in the Grey Haven. He felt his years drop away until he felt young again. His eyes softened and his hands unclenched. Turning to Gandalf, he said "Where are they?"
Gandalf only smiled and layed a hand on Bilbo's shoulder. "Follow me." he rumbled. Bilbo followed. He wasn't dreading this walk, because he could do it. Even as he walked the spring in his step returned and he twitched his nose cheerfully.
"Do you think they'll remeber me, Gandalf?" he asked. "It's been so long. So, so long."
Gandalf didn't say a word. He only kept walking, forcing Bilbo to trot to keep up.
"Will they remember me, Gandalf?" asked Bilbo again. This time, Gandalf stopped.
"Why don't you see for yourself?"
Bilbo turned. There, standing a few feet away, was the company. The dwarves looked as young as when Bilbo left them. They stood there. Did they recognize him? Bilbo took a shaky step toward them, and it seemed like the years dropped back on his shoulders.
Then, someone was pushing through the crowd of dwarves. Fili! And Kili! And THORIN! The dwarves ran to Bilbo, gathering him in a tearful hug. Then, one by one, the dwarves ran toward him. Happy tears ran and Bilbo greeted each one in turn. Finally, when they had made sure they all said hello, Bilbo stood back and faced them.
"Why, Bilbo," exclaimed Nori. "You haven't aged a day!"