There was a howl of anger and surprise from the goblins. Loud cried the Lord of the Eagles, to whom Gandalf had now spoken. Back swept the great birds that were with him, and down they came like huge black shadows. The wolves yammered and gnashed their teeth; the goblins yelled and stamped with rage, and flung their heavy spears in the air in vain. Over them swooped the eagles; the dark rush of their beating wings smote them to the floor or drove them far away; their talons tore at goblin faces. Other birds flew to the tree-tops and seized the dwarves, who were scrambling up now as far as ever they dared to go.
Poor little Bilbo (бедного маленького Бильбо) was very nearly left behind again (почти что не позабыли снова)! He just managed to catch hold of Dori’s legs (ему как раз удалось ухватиться за ноги Дори), as Dori was borne off last of all (так как Дори был унесен /орлом/ самым последним из всех;
Now far below (теперь, далеко внизу) the goblins and the wolves were scattering far and wide in the woods (гоблины и волки рассыпались по всем лесам;
behind [bɪˈhaɪnd] tumult [ˈtju: mʌlt] flurry [ˈflʌrɪ]
Poor little Bilbo was very nearly left behind again! He just managed to catch hold of Dori’s legs, as Dori was borne off last of all; and they went together above the tumult and the burning, Bilbo swinging in the air with his arms nearly breaking.
Now far below the goblins and the wolves were scattering far and wide in the woods. A few eagles were still circling and sweeping above the battle-ground. The flames about the trees sprang suddenly up above the highest branches. They went up in crackling fire. There was a sudden flurry of sparks and smoke. Bilbo had escaped only just in time!
Soon the light of the burning was faint below (вскоре свет от пожара стал тусклым /и остался/ внизу), a red twinkle on the black floor (красным огоньком на черной поверхности;
He moaned (он стонал) “my arms (мои руки), my arms!”; but Dori groaned (а Дори стонал) “my poor legs (мои бедные ноги), my poor legs!”