Right in the middle of the fight (как раз в середине драки) up came Balin (подошел Балин). The dwarves had heard noises (гномы слышали звуки) from a distance (издалека;
squash [skwɔʃ] distance [ˈdɪst (ǝ) ns] awful [ˈɔ: f (ǝ) l] commotion [kǝˈmǝʋʃ (ǝ) n]
That would have been the time for Bilbo to have left. But his poor little feet had been very squashed in Bert’s big paw, and he had no breath in his body, and his head was going round; so there he lay for a while panting, just outside the circle of firelight. Right in the middle of the fight up came Balin. The dwarves had heard noises from a distance, and after waiting for some time for Bilbo to come back, or to hoot like an owl, they started off one by one to creep towards the light as quietly as they could. No sooner did Tom see Balin come into the light than he gave an awful howl. Trolls simply detest the very sight of dwarves (uncooked). Bert and Bill stopped fighting immediately, and “a sack, Tom, quick!” they said, before Balin, who was wondering where in all this commotion Bilbo was, knew what was happening, a sack was over his head, and he was down.
“There’s more to come yet (еще больше сейчас появятся), ” said Tom, “or I’m mighty mistook (или я чрезвычайно ошибаюсь). Lots and none at all (кучи и совсем никого), it is (вот это оно и есть), ” said he (сказал он). “No burrahobbits (никаких взлохоббитов), but lots of these here dwarves (но кучи этих вот гномов). That’s about the shape of it (вот примерно так /следует это понимать/;
“I reckon you’re right (я считаю, что ты прав), ” said Bert, “and we’d best get out of the light (и нам лучше бы убраться со света). ”
And so they did (и так они и сделали). With sacks in their hands (с мешками в руках), that they used for carrying off mutton (которые они использовали для переноски баранины) and other plunder (и другого награбленного), they waited in the shadows (они ожидали в полумраке). As each dwarf came up (как каждый из гномов появлялся) and looked at the fire (и смотрел на огонь), and the spilled jugs (и пролитые кружки), and the gnawed mutton (и надкусанную баранину), in surprise (удивленно), pop (бац)! went a nasty smelly sack over his head (оказывался противный вонючий мешок на его голове;
mistook [mɪˈstʋk] reckon [ˈrekǝn] gnawed [nɔ: d]