Хоббит: В Ривенделле у Элронда

Kind of you to invite us. I'm not really dressed for dinner.

kaɪnd əv ju tɪ ˌɪnˈvaɪt ˈjuˈɛs. əm nɑt ˈrɪli drɛst fər ˈdɪnər.

Well, you never are.

wɛl, ju ˈnɛvər ər.

This is Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver. A famous blade, forged by the High Elves of the West. My king.

ðɪs ɪz orcrist, ðə goblin-cleaver. ə ˈfeɪməs bleɪd, fɔrʤd baɪ ðə haɪ ɛlvz əv ðə wɛst. maɪ kɪŋ.

May it serve you well.

meɪ ɪt sərv ju wɛl.

And this is Glamdring. The Foe-hammer, sword of the King of Gondolin. These swords were made for the Goblin wars of the First…

ənd ðɪs ɪz glamdring. ðə foe-hammer, sɔrd əv ðə kɪŋ əv gondolin. ðiz sɔrdz wər meɪd fər ðə ˈgɑblɪn wɔrz əv ðə first……

I wouldn't bother, laddie. Swords are named for their great deeds they do in war.

aɪ ˈwʊdənt ˈbɑðər, laddie. sɔrdz ər neɪmd fər ðɛr greɪt didz ðeɪ du ɪn wɔr.

What are you saying, my sword hasn't seen battles?

wət ər ju seɪɪŋ, maɪ sɔrd ˈhæzənt sin ˈbætəlz?

I'm not actually sure it is a sword. More of a letter opener, really.

əm nɑt ˈæˌkʧuəli ʃʊr ɪt ɪz ə sɔrd. mɔr əv ə ˈlɛtər ˈoʊpənər, ˈrɪli.

How did you come by these?

haʊ dɪd ju kəm baɪ ðiz?

We found them in a troll hoard on the Great East road.

wi faʊnd ðɛm ɪn ə troʊl hɔrd ɔn ðə greɪt ist roʊd.

And what were you doing on the Great East road?

ənd wət wər ju duɪŋ ɔn ðə greɪt ist roʊd?

Our business is no concern of Elves.

ɑr ˈbɪznɪs ɪz noʊ kənˈsərn əv ɛlvz.

For goodness sake. Thorin, show him the map!

fər ˈgʊdnɪs seɪk. thorin, ʃoʊ ɪm ðə mæp!

It is the legacy of my people. It's mine to protect! As are its secrets.

ɪt ɪz ðə ˈlɛgəsi əv maɪ ˈpipəl. ɪts maɪn tɪ prəˈtɛkt! ɛz ər ɪts ˈsikrɪts.

Save me from the stubbornness of dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand here in the presence of one of the few in Middle-earth

seɪv mi frəm ðə ˈstəbərnəs əv dwɔrvz. jʊr praɪd wɪl bi jʊr ˈdaʊnˌfɔl. ju stænd hir ɪn ðə ˈprɛzəns əv wən əv ðə fju ɪn ˈmɪdəˌlʊrθ

who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond!

hu kən rɛd ðət mæp. ʃoʊ ɪt tɪ lɔrd elrond!

Thorin, no!

thorin, noʊ!

Erebor. What is your interest in this map?

erebor. wət ɪz jʊr ˈɪntəˌrɛst ɪn ðɪs mæp?

It's mainly academic. As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text.

ɪts ˈmeɪnli ˌækəˈdɛmɪk. ɛz ju noʊ, ðɪs sɔrt əv ˈɑrtəˌfækt ˈsəmˌtaɪmz kənˈteɪnz ˈhɪdən tɛkst.

You still read ancient dwarvish, do you not?

ju stɪl rɛd ˈeɪnʧənt dwarvish, du ju nɑt?

Cirth ithil.

cirth ithil.

Moon runes. Of course. An easy thing to miss.

mun runz. əv kɔrs. ən ˈizi θɪŋ tɪ mɪs.

Well in this case, that is true. Moon runes can only be read by the light of the moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.

wɛl ɪn ðɪs keɪs, ðət ɪz tru. mun runz kən ˈoʊnli bi rɛd baɪ ðə laɪt əv ðə mun əv ðə seɪm ʃeɪp ənd ˈsizən ɛz ðə deɪ ɔn wɪʧ ðeɪ wər ˈrɪtən.

Can you read them?

kən ju rɛd ðɛm?

These runes were written on a mid-summer's eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago. It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell.

ðiz runz wər ˈrɪtən ɔn ə mid-summer's iv baɪ ðə laɪt əv ə ˈkrɛsənt mun ˈnɪrli tu ˈhənərd jɪrz əˈgoʊ. ɪt wʊd sim ju wər mɛnt tɪ kəm tɪ rivendell.

Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight.

feɪt ɪz wɪθ ju, thorin oakenshield. ðə seɪm mun ʃaɪnz əˈpɑn ˈjuˈɛs təˈnaɪt.

"Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the keyhole."

"stænd baɪ ðə greɪ stoʊn wɪn ðə θrəʃ nɑks, ənd ðə ˈsɛtɪŋ sən wɪθ ðə læst laɪt əv durin's deɪ wɪl ʃaɪn əˈpɑn ðə ˈkiˌhoʊl."

Durin's Day?

durin's deɪ?

It is the start of the dwarves' new year, when the last moon of Autumn and the first sun of Winter appear in the sky together.

ɪt ɪz ðə stɑrt əv ðə dwɔrvz' nu jɪr, wɪn ðə læst mun əv ˈɔtəm ənd ðə fərst sən əv ˈwɪntər əˈpɪr ɪn ðə skaɪ təˈgɛðər.

This is ill news. Summer is passing, Durin's Day will soon be upon us.

ðɪs ɪz ɪl nuz. ˈsəmər ɪz ˈpæsɪŋ, durin's deɪ wɪl sun bi əˈpɑn ˈjuˈɛs.

We still have time.

wi stɪl hæv taɪm.

Time, for what?

taɪm, fər wət?

To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot, at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.

tɪ faɪnd ðə ˈɛntrəns. wi hæv tɪ bi ˈstændɪŋ æt ɪgˈzæktli ðə raɪt spɑt, æt ɪgˈzæktli ðə raɪt taɪm. ðɛn, ənd ˈoʊnli ðɛn, kən ðə dɔr bi ˈoʊpənd.

So this is your purpose, to enter the mountain.

soʊ ðɪs ɪz jʊr ˈpərpəs, tɪ ˈɛnər ðə ˈmaʊntən.

What of it?

wət əv ɪt?

There are some who would not deem it wise.

ðɛr ər səm hu wʊd nɑt dim ɪt waɪz.