They saw the little dark shape of the hobbit start across the floor holding his tiny light aloft. Every now and again, while he was still near enough, they caught a glint and a tinkle as he stumbled on some golden thing. The light grew smaller as he wandered away into the vast hall; then it began to rise dancing into the air. Bilbo was climbing the great mound of treasure. Soon he stood upon the top, and still went on. Then they saw him halt and stoop for a moment; but they did not know the reason. It was the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. So Bilbo guessed from Thorin’s description; but indeed there could not be two such gems, even in so marvellous a hoard, even in all the world. Ever as he climbed, the same white gleam had shone before him and drawn his feet towards Slowly it grew to a little globe of pallid light. Now as came near, it was tinged with a flickering sparkle of many colours at the surface, reflected and splintered from the wavering light of his torch. At last he looked down upon it and he caught his breath. The great jewel shone before his feet of its own inner light, and yet, cut and fashioned by the dwarves, who had dug it from the heart of the mountain long ago, it took all light that fell upon it and — changed it into ten thousand sparks of white radiance shot with glints of the rainbow.
Suddenly Bilbo’s arm went towards it (внезапно рука Бильбо потянулась к нему) drawn by its enchantment (привлеченная его очарованием). His small hand would not close about it (его маленькая ручка не могла сомкнуться над ним;
“Now I am a burglar indeed (теперь я на самом деле взломщик)!” thought he (думал он). “But I suppose (но, я полагаю) I must tell the dwarves about it (я должен буду сказать гномам о нем) — some time (когда-нибудь). They did say (они ведь говорили) I could pick and choose my own share (что я смогу сам выбрать свою долю;
gem [dʒem] climb [klaɪm] vanished [ˈvænɪʃt]