Elladan and Elrohir returned from patrol very late; cold, wet and mud-splattered. As they crossed the silent hallway Bilbo appeared from the kitchen, carrying a steaming cup.
"Hello! I was just making myself a little nightcap." He blinked at their appearance. "Bless me, you're soaked! You’ll catch your deaths of cold!"
Elrohir began to explain that they did not suffer from colds as mortals did, but delicious scents of wine, cinnamon and nutmeg wafted up as Bilbo thrust the cup at him.
He took a scalding sip and cursed as Bilbo exclaimed, “Oh, but be careful! Don’t burn your tongue!”