Английский язык с Дж. Р. Р. Толкиеном. Хоббит

After a while Balin bade Bilbo “Good luck!” (спустя какое-то время Балин пожелал Бильбо "Удачи!"; to bid (bade, bidden) — объявлять, заявлять; (по) желать) and stopped where he could still see (и остановился /там/, где он все еще мог видеть) the faint outline of the door (слабый контур двери), and by a trick of the echoes of the tunnel (и благодаря особому эху в туннеле; trick — хитрость, обман, иллюзия) hear the rustle of the whispering voices (/мог/ слышать шорохи шепчущихся голосов) of the others just outside (всех остальных как раз снаружи). Then the hobbit slipped on his ring (тогда хоббит надел свое кольцо), and warned by the echoes (и, предупрежденный отзвуками) to take more than hobbit’s care (предпринять все /меры/ предосторожности: «больше чем хоббитовские /меры/ предосторожности») to make no sound (чтобы не издать ни одного звука), he crept noiselessly down (он прокрался бесшумно вниз), down, down into the dark (ниже и ниже, в темноту). He was trembling with fear (он дрожал от страха), but his little face was set and grim (но его маленькое личико было каменным и суровым/решительным; set — неподвижный, застывший). Already he was a very different hobbit (он уже был совершенно другим хоббитом) from the one (чем тот) that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief (что выбежал /из дома/ без носового платка в кармане) from Bag-End long ago (из Бэг-энда, давным-давно). He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages (у него не было носового платка уже целую вечность). He loosened his dagger in its sheath (он проверил ход своего кинжала в ножнах: «он освободил/ослабил свой кинжал»; to loosen — ослаблять (ся), отпускать), tightened his belt (потуже затянул пояс; to tighten — сжимать (ся), натягивать (ся) ), and went on (и продолжил путь).

whispering [ˈwɪsp (ǝ) rɪŋ] noiseless [ˈnɔɪzlɪs] pocket-handkerchief [ˌpɔkɪtˈhæŋkǝtʃɪf]

The stars were coming out behind him in a pale sky barred with black when the hobbit crept through the enchanted door and stole into the Mountain. It was far easier going than he expected. This was no goblin entrance, or rough wood-elves’ cave. It was a passage made by dwarves, at the height of their wealth and skill: straight as a ruler, smooth-floored and smooth-sided, going with a gentle never-varying slope direct — to some distant end in the blackness below.

After a while Balin bade Bilbo “Good luck!” and stopped where he could still see the faint outline of the door, and by a trick of, the echoes of the tunnel hear the rustle of the whispering voices of the others just outside. Then the hobbit slipped on his ring, and warned by the echoes to take more than hobbit’s care to make no sound, he crept noiselessly down, down, down into the dark. He was trembling with fear, but his little face was set and grim. Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket — handkerchief for ages. He loosened his dagger in its sheath, tightened his belt, and went on.