Хоббит: Компания к ужину

Dwalin. At your service.

dwalin. æt jʊr ˈsərvɪs.

Hmm. Bilbo Baggins at yours. Do we know each other?

həm. ˈbɪlˌboʊ baggins æt jʊrz. du wi noʊ iʧ ˈəðər?

No. Which way, laddie? Is it down here?

noʊ. wɪʧ weɪ, laddie? ɪz ɪt daʊn hir?

Is what down where?

ɪz wət daʊn wɛr?

Supper. He said there’d be food, and lots of it.

ˈsəpər. hi sɛd there’d bi fud, ənd lɑts əv ɪt.

He said? Who said?

hi sɛd? hu sɛd?

It's just that I wasn't expecting company.

ɪts ʤɪst ðət aɪ ˈwəzənt ɪkˈspɛktɪŋ ˈkəmpəˌni.

That'll be the door.

ˈðætəl bi ðə dɔr.

Balin. At your service.

ˈbælɪn. æt jʊr ˈsərvɪs.

Good evening.

gʊd ˈivnɪŋ.

Yes. Yes, it is. Although I think it might rain later. Am I late?

jɛs. jɛs, ɪt ɪz. ˌɔlˈðoʊ aɪ θɪŋk ɪt maɪt reɪn ˈleɪtər. æm aɪ leɪt?

Late for what?

leɪt fər wət?

Ooh! Ah-hah! Evening, brother!

u! ah-hah! ˈivnɪŋ, ˈbrəðər!

By my beard, you are shorter and wider than last we met.

baɪ maɪ bɪrd, ju ər ˈʃɔrtər ənd ˈwaɪdər ðən læst wi mɛt.

Wider, not shorter. Sharp enough for both of us.

ˈwaɪdər, nɑt ˈʃɔrtər. ʃɑrp ɪˈnəf fər boʊθ əv ˈjuˈɛs.

Excuse me. Sorry. I hate to interrupt. But the thing is I'm not entirely sure you're in the right house.

ɪkˈskjuz mi. ˈsɑri. aɪ heɪt tɪ ˌɪntərˈəpt. bət ðə θɪŋ ɪz əm nɑt ɪnˈtaɪərli ʃʊr jʊr ɪn ðə raɪt haʊs.

Fili.

fili.

And Kili.

ənd kili.

At your service.

æt jʊr ˈsərvɪs.

You must be Mr. Boggins.

ju məst bi ˈmɪstər. boggins.

No! You can't come in, you've come to the wrong house.

noʊ! ju kænt kəm ɪn, juv kəm tɪ ðə rɔŋ haʊs.

What?! Has it been canceled?

wət?! həz ɪt bɪn ˈkænsəld?

No one told us.

noʊ wən toʊld ˈjuˈɛs.

No, nothing's been canceled.

noʊ, ˈnəθɪŋz bɪn ˈkænsəld.

That's a relief.

ðæts ə rɪˈlif.

Careful with these, I just had them sharpened.

ˈkɛrfəl wɪθ ðiz, aɪ ʤɪst hæd ðɛm ˈʃɑrpənd.

Let's shove this in the hole, or otherwise we'll never get everyone in.

lɛts ʃəv ðɪs ɪn ðə hoʊl, ər ˈəðərˌwaɪz wɪl ˈnɛvər gɪt ˈɛvriˌwən ɪn.

Everyone?! How many more are there?

ˈɛvriˌwən?! haʊ ˈmɛni mɔr ər ðɛr?

Oh, no! No, no. There's nobody home! Go away and bother somebody else! There's far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is. If this is some blockhead's idea of a joke, I can only say it is in very poor taste!

oʊ, noʊ! noʊ, noʊ. ðɛrz ˈnoʊˌbɑˌdi hoʊm! goʊ əˈweɪ ənd ˈbɑðər ˈsəmˌbɑdi ɛls! ðɛrz fɑr tu ˈmɛni dwɔrvz ɪn maɪ ˈdaɪnɪŋ rum ɛz ɪt ɪz. ɪf ðɪs ɪz səm blockhead's aɪˈdiə əv ə ʤoʊk, aɪ kən ˈoʊnli seɪ ɪt ɪz ɪn ˈvɛri pur teɪst!

Gandalf.

ˈgændɔlf.

Fili, Kili. Oin, Gloin. Dwalin, Balin. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur. Dori, Nori.

fili, kili. oin, gloin. dwalin, ˈbælɪn. bifur, bofur, bombur. ˈdɔri, nori.

No, no. Not my prize winners, thank you.

noʊ, noʊ. nɑt maɪ praɪz ˈwɪnərz, θæŋk ju.

Ori!

ˈɔri!

Yes, you are quite right, Bifur. We appear to be one dwarf short.

jɛs, ju ər kwaɪt raɪt, bifur. wi əˈpɪr tɪ bi wən dwɔrf ʃɔrt.

He is late, is all. He traveled north to a meeting of our kin. He will come.

hi ɪz leɪt, ɪz ɔl. hi ˈtrævəld nɔrθ tɪ ə ˈmitɪŋ əv ɑr kɪn. hi wɪl kəm.

Mr. Gandalf? A little glass of red wine as requested, it's got a fruity bouquet.

ˈmɪstər. ˈgændɔlf? ə ˈlɪtəl glæs əv rɛd waɪn ɛz rɪkˈwɛstɪd, ɪts gɑt ə ˈfruti buˈkeɪ.

Oh, cheers.

oʊ, ʧɪrz.

He's here.

hiz hir.

Gandalf. I thought you said this place would be easy to find. I lost my way, twice.

ˈgændɔlf. aɪ θɔt ju sɛd ðɪs pleɪs wʊd bi ˈizi tɪ faɪnd. aɪ lɔst maɪ weɪ, twaɪs.

I wouldn't have found it at all, had it not been for that mark on the door.

aɪ ˈwʊdənt hæv faʊnd ɪt æt ɔl, hæd ɪt nɑt bɪn fər ðət mɑrk ɔn ðə dɔr.

Mark? There's no mark on that door. It was painted a week ago!

mɑrk? ðɛrz noʊ mɑrk ɔn ðət dɔr. ɪt wɑz ˈpeɪnɪd ə wik əˈgoʊ!

There is a mark, I've put it there myself. Bilbo Baggins, allow me to introduce the leader of our company, Thorin Oakenshield.

ðɛr ɪz ə mɑrk, aɪv pʊt ɪt ðɛr ˌmaɪˈsɛlf. ˈbɪlˌboʊ baggins, əˈlaʊ mi tɪ ˌɪntrəˈdus ðə ˈlidər əv ɑr ˈkəmpəˌni, thorin oakenshield.

So, this is the hobbit. Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?

soʊ, ðɪs ɪz ðə ˈhɔbɪt. tɛl mi, ˈmɪstər. baggins, hæv ju dən məʧ ˈfaɪtɪŋ?

Pardon me?

ˈpɑrdən mi?

Axe or sword, what's your weapon of choice?

æks ər sɔrd, wəts jʊr ˈwɛpən əv ʧɔɪs?

Well, I do have some skill at conkers if you must know. But I fail to see why that's relevant.

wɛl, aɪ du hæv səm skɪl æt conkers ɪf ju məst noʊ. bət aɪ feɪl tɪ si waɪ ðæts ˈrɛləvənt.

I thought as much. He looks more like a grocer than a burglar.

aɪ θɔt ɛz məʧ. hi lʊks mɔr laɪk ə ˈgroʊsər ðən ə ˈbərglər.