Хоббит: Лихолесье

The Elven Gate. Here lies our path through Mirkwood.

ðə elven geɪt. hir laɪz ɑr pæθ θru mirkwood.

No sign of the Orcs. We have luck on our side.

noʊ saɪn əv ðə orcs. wi hæv lək ɔn ɑr saɪd.

Set the ponies loose. Let them return to their master.

sɛt ðə ˈpoʊniz lus. lɛt ðɛm rɪˈtərn tɪ ðɛr ˈmæstər.

This forest feels sick, as if a disease lies upon it. Is there no way around?

ðɪs ˈfɔrɪst filz sɪk, ɛz ɪf ə dɪˈziz laɪz əˈpɑn ɪt. ɪz ðɛr noʊ weɪ əraʊnd?

Not unless we go two hundred miles north, or twice that distance south.

nɑt ənˈlɛs wi goʊ tu ˈhənərd maɪəlz nɔrθ, ər twaɪs ðət ˈdɪstəns saʊθ.

Not my horse, I need it!

nɑt maɪ hɔrs, aɪ nid ɪt!

You’re not leaving us?

you’re nɑt ˈlivɪŋ ˈjuˈɛs?

I would not do this unless I had to.

aɪ wʊd nɑt du ðɪs ənˈlɛs aɪ hæd tɪ.

You’ve changed, Bilbo Baggins. You’re not the same hobbit as the one who left the Shire.

you’ve ʧeɪnʤd, ˈbɪlˌboʊ baggins. you’re nɑt ðə seɪm ˈhɔbɪt ɛz ðə wən hu lɛft ðə ʃaɪr.

I was going to tell you.

aɪ wɑz goʊɪŋ tɪ tɛl ju.

I found something in the Goblin tunnels.

aɪ faʊnd ˈsəmθɪŋ ɪn ðə ˈgɑblɪn ˈtənəlz.

Found what?

faʊnd wət?

My courage.

maɪ kərɪʤ.

Good. Well, that’s good. You’ll need it.

gʊd. wɛl, that’s gʊd. you’ll nid ɪt.

I’ll be waiting for you at the overlook, before the slopes of Erebor.

i’ll bi ˈweɪtɪŋ fər ju æt ðə ˈoʊvərˌlʊk, ˌbiˈfɔr ðə sloʊps əv erebor.

Keep the map and key safe. Do not enter that mountain without me.

kip ðə mæp ənd ki seɪf. du nɑt ˈɛnər ðət ˈmaʊntən wɪˈθaʊt mi.

You must stay on the path, do not leave it. If you do, you’ll never find it again.

ju məst steɪ ɔn ðə pæθ, du nɑt liv ɪt. ɪf ju du, you’ll ˈnɛvər faɪnd ɪt əˈgɛn.

No matter what may come, stay on the path!

noʊ ˈmætər wət meɪ kəm, steɪ ɔn ðə pæθ!

Come on, we must reach the mountain before the sun sets on Durin’s Day. Let’s go, we’ve but one chance to find the hidden door.

kəm ɔn, wi məst riʧ ðə ˈmaʊntən ˌbiˈfɔr ðə sən sɛts ɔn durin’s deɪ. let’s goʊ, we’ve bət wən ʧæns tɪ faɪnd ðə ˈhɪdən dɔr.

The path turns this way.

ðə pæθ tərnz ðɪs weɪ.

This way.

ðɪs weɪ.

Look, a tobacco pouch. There’s Dwarves in these woods.

lʊk, ə təˈbæˌkoʊ paʊʧ. there’s dwɔrvz ɪn ðiz wʊdz.

Dwarves from the Blue Mountains, no less. This is exactly the same as mine.

dwɔrvz frəm ðə blu ˈmaʊntənz, noʊ lɛs. ðɪs ɪz ɪgˈzæktli ðə seɪm ɛz maɪn.

Because it is yours, do you understand? We’re going around in circles. We are lost!

bɪˈkəz ɪt ɪz jʊrz, du ju ˌəndərˈstænd? we’re goʊɪŋ əraʊnd ɪn ˈsərkəlz. wi ər lɔst!

We are not lost. We keep heading east.

wi ər nɑt lɔst. wi kip ˈhɛdɪŋ ist.

But which way is the east? We’ve lost the sun!

bət wɪʧ weɪ ɪz ðə ist? we’ve lɔst ðə sən!

The sun. We have to find the sun.

ðə sən. wi hæv tɪ faɪnd ðə sən.

I can see a lake! And a river. And the Lonely Mountain! We’re almost there! Can you hear me? I know which way to go! Hello?!

aɪ kən si ə leɪk! ənd ə ˈrɪvər. ənd ðə ˈloʊnli ˈmaʊntən! we’re ˈɔlˌmoʊst ðɛr! kən ju hir mi? aɪ noʊ wɪʧ weɪ tɪ goʊ! hɛˈloʊ?!