“I suggest Lake-town, ” said Bilbo, “What else is there?” Nothing else could, of course, be suggested; so leaving the others Thorin and Fili and Kili and the hobbit went along the shore to the great bridge. There were guards at the head of it, but they were not keeping very careful watch, for it was so long since there had been any real need. Except for occasional squabbles about river-tolls they were friends with the Wood-elves. Other folk were far away; and some of the younger people in the town openly doubted the existence of any dragon in the mountain, and laughed at the greybeards and gammers who said that they had seen him flying in the sky in their young days. That being so it is not surprising that the guards were drinking and laughing by a fire in their hut, and did not hear the noise of the unpacking of the dwarves or the footsteps of the four scouts. Their astonishment was enormous when Thorin Oakenshield stepped in through the door.
“Who are you (кто вы такой) and what do you want (и что вы хотите)?” they shouted (закричали они) leaping to their feet (вскакивая на ноги) and gripping for weapons (и хватаясь за оружие).
“Thorin son of Thrain (Торин, сын Трейна) son of Thror (сына Трора) King under the Mountain (Король под Горой)!” said the dwarf in a loud voice (сказал гном громким голосом), and he looked it (и выглядел он соответствующе), in spite of his torn clothes (несмотря на свою разорванную одежду) and draggled hood (и измазанный капюшон). The gold gleamed on his neck and waist (золото блестело на его шее и поясе: «талии»): his eyes were dark and deep (глаза его были темными и глубокими). “I have come back (я вернулся). I wish to see the Master of your town (я желаю видеть Главу вашего города;
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“Who are you and what do you want?” they shouted leaping to their feet and gripping for weapons.
“Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain!” said the dwarf in a loud voice, and he looked it, in spite of his torn clothes and draggled hood. The gold gleamed on his neck and waist: his eyes were dark and deep. “I have come back. I wish to see the Master of your town!” Then there was tremendous excitement. Some of the more foolish ran out of the hut as if they expected the Mountain to go golden in the night and all the waters of the lake to turn yellow right away. The captain of the guard came forward.
“And who are these (а это кто такие)?” he asked (спросил он), pointing to Fili and Kili and Bilbo (указывая на Фили и Кили и Бильбо).