“Come on!” said Bilbo. “I am waiting!” He tried to sound bold and cheerful, but he did not feel at all sure how the game was going to end, whether Gollum guessed right or not. “Time’s up!” he said.
“String, or nothing!” shrieked Gollum, which was not quite fair-working in two guesses at once.
“Both wrong, ” cried Bilbo very much relieved; and he jumped at once to his feet, put his back to the nearest wall, and held out his little sword. He knew, of course, that the riddle-game was sacred and of immense antiquity, and even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it. But he felt he could not trust this slimy thing to keep any promise at a pinch. Any excuse would do for him to slide out of it. And after all that last question had not been a genuine riddle according to the ancient laws.
But at any rate (но, в любом случае;
“Well (ну)?” he said. “What about your promise (как насчет твоего обещания)? I want to go (я хочу уйти). You must show me the way (ты должен показать мне дорогу). ”
“Did we say so, precious (мы что, так сказали, драгоценный)? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes (показать противному маленькому Бэггинсу дорогу отсюда, да, да). But what has it got in its pocketses, eh (но что у него в его кармашках, а)? Not string, precious, but not nothing (не веревка, драгоценный, но и не ничего). Oh no (о нет)! gollum (голлум)!”
“Never you mind (это тебя не касается), ” said Bilbo. “A promise is a promise (обещание есть обещание). ”
“Cross it is (а он сердитый), impatient (нетерпеливый), precious (драгоценный), ” hissed Gollum (прошипел Голлум). “But it must wait (но он должен подождать), yes it must (да, он должен). We can’t go up the tunnels so hasty (мы не можем отправиться в туннели так поспешно). We must go and get some things first, yes (мы должны пойти и взять кой-какие вещи сперва, да), things to help us (вещи, которые нам помогут). ”
“Well, hurry up (ну, поторопись)!” said Bilbo, relieved to think of Gollum going away (с облегчением подумав, что Голлум уйдет).
attack [ǝˈtæk] promise [ˈprɔmɪs] impatient [ɪmˈpeɪʃ (ǝ) nt]
But at any rate Gollum did not at once attack him. He could see the sword in Bilbo’s hand. He sat still, shivering and whispering. At last Bilbo could wait no longer.
“Well?” he said. “What about your promise? I want to go. You must show me the way. ”
“Did we say so, precious? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes. But what has it got in its pocketses, eh? Not string, precious, but not nothing. Oh no! gollum!”
“Never you mind, ” said Bilbo. “A promise is a promise. ”
“Cross it is, impatient, precious, ” hissed Gollum. “But it must wait, yes it must. We can’t go up the tunnels so hasty. We must go and get some things first, yes, things to help us. ”
“Well, hurry up!” said Bilbo, relieved to think of Gollum going away.