An Unexpected Party 不速之客 （上）
AN UNEXPECTED PARTY
一个意外的派对
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
在地底的洞府中住着一个霍比特人。这不是那种让人恶心的洞，脏兮兮一湿一乎乎的，长满虫子，透着一股子泥腥味儿;也不是那种满是沙子的洞，干巴巴光秃秃的，没好地方坐，也没好东西吃。这是一个霍比特人的洞，而霍比特人的洞就意味着舒适。
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill—The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to ha一ve windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.
这座洞一穴一有个像是舷窗般浑一圆、漆成绿一色一的大门，在正中一央有个黄一色一的闪亮门把。大门打开之后，是一个圆管状像是隧道的客厅：这是个没有烟雾的舒适客厅，有着一精一心装饰的墙壁，地板上铺着地毯和磁砖，四处还摆着许多打磨光亮的椅子。由于哈比人超一爱一客人来访，因此这里还有很多很多的衣帽架。隧道继续延伸，蜿蜒地深入山丘中，附近许多哩的人们都叫这座山丘为“小丘”，小丘各个方向还盖了许多圆形的小门。哈比人可是不爬楼梯的：卧室、浴一室、酒窖、餐点室(超多的呢!)、更衣室(他有一整间房间都是用来放衣服的)、厨房、饭厅，全部都在同一层楼，也都在同一条走廊上。最好的房间都是在左手边(继续往里面走也一样)，因为只有这方向的房间才有窗户，这些浑一圆的窗户可以俯瞰他美丽的花园，和一路延伸向河边的翠绿草地。
This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may ha一ve lost the neighbours’ respect, but he gained—well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.
这名哈比人生活相当富裕，他姓巴金斯。巴金斯一家人自古以来，就居住在小丘这一带，附近的邻居都很尊敬他们;不单只是因为他们大部分都很有钱，也是因为他们从来不冒险，不会做任何出人意料之外的事情：你在问巴金斯一家人任何问题之前，就可以先预料到他们的答案，根本不必要一浪一费这个力气。这个故事就是关于一名巴金斯家人如何意外地卷入冒险之中，并且做出和说出许多出人意料之外的事情来。他或许失去了邻居们的尊敬，但是至少获得了──算啦!到最后你就会知道他获得了什么东西。
The mother of our particular hobbit—what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they ha一ve become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits ha一ve no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); ha一ve long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they ha一ve twice a day when they can get it). Now you know enough to go on with. As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit—of Bilbo Baggins, that is—was the famous Belladonna Took, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Took, head of the hobbits who lived across The Water, the small river that ran at the foot of The Hill. It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Took ancestors must ha一ve taken a fairy wife. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbitlike about them, and once in a while members of the Took-clan would go and ha一ve adventures. They discreetly disappeared, and the family hushed it up; but the fact remained that the Tooks were not as respectable as the Bagginses, though they were undoubtedly richer.
有关于我们这个哈比人的母亲──对啦，到底什么是哈比人?我想，时至今日，的确需要更进一步地描述哈比人;因为他们已经变得比较罕见，也比较畏惧我们这些大家伙(这是他们称呼我们的方式)。他们是相当矮小的种族，大概只有我们身一体的一半高度，也比长了大胡子的矮人要矮，哈比人不留胡子。他们没有法力(或者仅有一点点)，只有当我们这些笨重的大家伙，莽莽撞撞地像大象一般靠近他们的时候，他们才会使出凭空消失的把戏来。通常他们的肚子上都会有不少肥肉，喜欢穿着鲜艳的衣服(多半都是绿一色一和黄一色一)，不一穿鞋子，因为他们的小脚会长出天然的肉垫来，也会冒出和他们头发一样浓密的卷一毛一。哈比人拥有灵巧的褐一色一手指、开朗的面孔，笑起来更是十分爽朗(特别是在他们吃完晚饭之后，大笑更是必备的节目之一;而只要他们有机会，一天通常都会有两顿晚餐)。现在，你对他们大概已经有了粗浅的了解了。我之前刚说到，这个比尔博·巴金斯的母亲，就是鼎鼎大名的贝拉多娜·图克，是老图克大人三名出类拔萃的女儿之一。老图克大人则是住在“小河”边哈比人的领袖，这条河就是绕过小丘脚边的一条小河。大家常常说(其他家族的人常常说啦……)图克家族的远祖一定有人娶了个妖一精一当老婆;当然，这可信度并不高，只不过，他们一家人的确有点与众不同，偶尔会有成员离家出外冒险。他们会神秘地消失，家里的人则是三缄其口，不露任何口风。也就是因为这样，虽然图克家人比较有钱，但大伙还是比较尊敬巴金斯一家人。
Not that Belladonna Took ever had any adventures after she became Mrs. Bungo Baggins. Bungo, that was Bilbo’s father, built the most luxurious hobbit-hole for her (and partly with her money) that was to be found either under The Hill or over The Hill or across The Water, and there they remained to the end of their days. Still it is probable that Bilbo, her only son, although he looked and beha一ved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his make-up from the Took side, something that only waited for a chance to come out. The chance never arrived, until Bilbo Baggins was grown up, being about fifty years old or so, and living in the beautiful hobbit-hole built by his father, which I ha一ve just described for you, until he had in fact apparently settled down immovably.
当然，在贝拉多娜成了邦哥·巴金斯的妻子之后，她就没有什么惊人之举了。邦哥是比尔博的老爸，对他妻子可说是呵护备至，他为她建造了(一部分是用她的财产)在小丘邻近和小河流域一带最豪华的地洞。不过，她唯一的儿子比尔博，虽然看起来和他老爸一样老实可靠，但可能继承了图克家族的诡异血统，只是在等待适当的时机爆发而已。直到比尔博成年，甚至到了五十岁左右，这时机还是没有到来。在这段时间中，他就这么安安稳稳地居住在老爹留下来的地洞中，可说是与世无争。不过，奇妙的机缘就这么突如其来地降临了。那时，这世界比现在还要翠绿，也不那么吵杂，哈比人们依旧繁衍兴盛……
By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)—Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I ha一ve heard about him, and I ha一ve only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on businesses of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.
比尔博·巴金斯刚用完早餐，正站在门口一抽一着一根极长的烟斗，长得几乎都快碰到他刚梳理过的一毛一毛一脚上了，甘道夫就在这时出现了。说到甘道夫啊!如果你对他的了解有我的一半──而我所听说的故事不过是九牛一一毛一，那么你就可以预料到将会有难以想像的奇妙故事发生。他所到之处，冒险和传奇都会如同雨后春笋一般冒出来，而且还是以最出人意料的形式发生。他已经有很多很多年没有经过小丘这一带了，自从他的好友老图克过世之后他也跟着销声匿迹，大伙几乎已忘记他的长相了。在他们还是小孩的时候，甘道夫还常常在小丘和小河一带忙碌地奔波。
All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his long white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots.
不过，无辜的比尔博当天早上所见的，只是一名拿着拐杖的老人。他戴着蓝一色一的尖顶帽，披着灰一色一的斗篷，围着银一色一的围巾，白一色一的胡须直达他的腰际，脚上还穿着笨重的黑靴子。
“Good Morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
“早上好啊!”比尔博真诚地说。太一陽一暖呼一呼，草地又无比的翠绿。不过，甘道夫挑一起又长又浓密的眉一毛一打量着他。
“What do you mean?” he said. “Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
“你是什么意思?”甘道夫问：“你是要问候我早上可好，还是说不管我怎么做，早上天气都很好?还是说你觉得今天早上很好，或者今天是个应该拥有很好心情的早晨?”
“All of them at once,” said Bilbo. “And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you ha一ve a pipe about you, sit down and ha一ve a fill of mine! There’s no hurry, we ha一ve all the day before us!” Then Bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
“你说的都对!”比尔博说：“而且，还非常适合在门外一抽一烟斗。如果你身上有带烟斗，不妨坐在我身边，尽管用我的菸叶!没什么好急的嘛!今天还有一整天可以过呢!”话一说完，比尔博就在门口的凳子上坐了下来，翘一起二郎一腿一，吐出一个美丽的灰一色一烟圈;烟圈就这么完好如初飘啊飘，一直越过小丘顶。
“Very pretty!” said Gandalf. “But I ha一ve no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
“真漂亮!”甘道夫说：“可惜我今早没时间在这边吐烟圈，我正想要找人和我一起参加未来的一场冒险，但在这里都找不到什么伙伴!”
“I should think so—in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and ha一ve no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can’t think what anybody sees in them,” said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smokering. Then he took out his morning letters, and began to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
“在这一带?那当然罗!我们可是老老实实过活的普通人，不需要什么冒险。这是很让人头痛、又不舒服的东西，会让你来不及吃晚饭!我实在搞不懂，冒险到底有什么好玩的?”比尔博将拇指插一进腰带，又吐出另一个更大的烟圈。然后他拿出了早上收到的信，开始念诵，假装没时间理会这个老人。他已经暗自决定了，这家伙和他合不来，希望他赶快离开。但那老家伙还是不打算离开，他倚着拐杖，一言不发地打量着眼前的哈比人，直到比尔博觉得浑身不对劲，甚至有些不高兴了。
“Good morning!” he said at last. “We don’t want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water.” By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
“早上好啦!”他最后终于忍不住说：“多谢你好心，我们这边可不需要任何的冒险!你可以去小丘另一边或是小河附近打听看看。”他这句话的意思，就是请对方赶快滚蛋，不要再烦人。
“What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!” said Gandalf. “Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won’t be good till I move off.”
“你的早上好还真是有很多用处哪!”甘道夫说：“这次你的意思，是想叫我赶快滚蛋，如果我不走，早上就不会好，对吧?”
“Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don’t think I know your name?”
“亲一爱一的先生，我没有这个意思!让我想想，我好像不认识你，对吧?”
“Yes, yes, my dear sir—and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don’t remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should ha一ve lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!”
“不，你有这个意思、你有这个意思!亲一爱一的先生，我却知道你的名字，比尔博·巴金斯先生，你也应该知道我的名字，只是你没办法把我和它联想在一起。我是甘道夫，甘道夫就是在下!真没想到有朝一日，贝拉多娜的儿子竟然会用这种口气对我说话，好像我是卖钮扣的推销员!”
“Gandalf, Gandalf! Good gracious me! Not the wandering wizard that ga一ve Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows’ sons? Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Took used to ha一ve them on Midsummer’s Eve. Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!” You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. “Dear me!” he went on. “Not the Gandalf who was responsible for so many quiet lads and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures? Anything from climbing trees to visiting elves—or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores! Bless me, life used to be quite inter—I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but I had no idea you were still in business.”
“甘道夫，甘道夫──天哪!你该不会就是那个给了老图克一对魔法钻石耳环的人吧?那对钻石耳环除非接到主人的命令，否则永远不会掉下来!我还记得这个家伙，也会在宴会上说出许多许多一精一彩万分的故事，有恶龙、有半兽人、巨人，以及幸运的寡一妇之子拯救公主的故事!更别提这个家伙还会制造棒得不得了的烟火!我还记得那华丽的烟火大会!老图克会在夏至那天晚上施放它们!让我一辈子都忘不掉!它们会像是火树银花一般地飞窜上天空，更会像空中楼阁一样整晚挂在天上!我还记得天上挂着莲花、龙嘴花和金链花的样子……”各位看官应该已经注意到，其实巴金斯先生并不像他自己认为的那么无趣，而且他还很喜欢花朵。“一妈一呀!天哪!”他继续兴奋地说：“这个甘道夫还影响了好多沉默寡言的少年、少女发梦去冒险哪!他们有的去爬树找一精一灵，有的驾船想要到对岸去!一妈一呀，这里以前本来是很安祥──喔喔，我是说你以前让这一带起过不小的一騷一动。实在很抱歉，但我没想到阁下目前还在营业哇!”
“Where else should I be?” said the wizard. “All the same I am pleased to find you remember something about me. You seem to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, and that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grandfather Took’s sake, and for the sake of poor Belladonna, I will give you what you asked for.”
“不然我还能去哪里?”巫师说：“不过，我还是很高兴你记得我那么多事迹，至少，你似乎对我的烟火印象很好，看来你还有救。是啊，看在你外祖父的份上，还有那可怜的贝拉多娜，我将让你如愿以偿。”
“I beg your pardon, I ha一ven’t asked for anything!”
“拜托，帮帮忙，我又没有许什么愿望!”
“Yes, you ha一ve! Twice now. My pardon. I give it you. In fact I will go so far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you—and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it.”
“错，你有!而且还说了两次。我会原谅你的，事实上，我甚至还会亲自送你参加这次的冒险。对我来说会很有趣，对你来说会很有利──甚至，只要你能够完成这次冒险，还会有不错的收入。”
“Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea—any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good bye!” With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seem rude. Wizards after all are wizards.
“失礼了失礼了!多谢你的好意，但我真的不想要任何冒险，至少今天不想。我们说过早安了吧!记得有空来喝茶!对啦，明天怎么样?明天再来，再见!”话一说完，这名哈比人就匆匆忙忙地钻进屋一内一，在不失礼的限制下尽快关上大门。毕竟，巫师还是巫师，最好不要得罪他们。
“What on earth did I ask him to tea for!” he said to himself, as he went to the pantry. He had only just had breakfast, but he thought a cake or two and a drink of something would do him good after his fright.
“搞什么鬼，我请他喝什么茶呀!”他一头冲进餐点室，责备着自己。他才刚吃过早餐，但在经过这一场惊吓后，或许一两块蛋糕和一些饮料，有助于平复他的情绪。
Gandalf in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike on his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit’s beautiful green front-door. Then he strode away, just about the time when Bilbo was finishing his second cake and beginning to think that he had escaped adventures very well.
在此同时，甘道夫依旧站在门外，露出慈祥的笑容。笑了一阵子之后，他退了几步，用手杖的尖端在比尔博可一爱一的大门上，刻了个奇怪的记号，然后就大剌剌地转身离开，此时比尔博正好吞下第二块蛋糕，庆幸自己用高明的手段躲开了一次可怕的冒险。
The next day he had almost forgotten about Gandalf. He did not remember things very well, unless he put them down on his Engagement Tablet: like this: Gandalf Tea Wednesday. Yesterday he had been too flustered to do anything of the kind.
到了第二天，这家伙酒足饭饱，几乎完全忘记了甘道夫。除非他把事情写在约会记事簿上，否则他的记一性一实在不怎么好。一般来说，他会这样写：甘道夫周三用茶;昨天他手忙脚乱之下，根本忘记了这件事情。
Just before tea-time there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, and then he remembered! He rushed and put on the kettle, and put out another cup and saucer, and an extra cake or two, and ran to the door.
距离下午茶的时间不久之前，前门传来了震耳的门铃声，他这才想了起来!他慌乱地煮起开水，准备了另一个茶杯和碟子和几块蛋糕，飞快地跑向门口。
“I am so sorry to keep you waiting!” he was going to say, when he saw that it was not Gandalf at all. It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt, and very bright eyes under his dark-green hood. As soon as the door was opened, he pushed inside, just as if he had been expected.
“抱歉让你久等了!”他本来准备这样说，却发现眼前的并不是甘道夫。对方是一名将蓝胡子塞一进金腰带中的矮人，他戴着深绿一色一的帽子，拥有一双非常明亮的眼睛。门一打开，他就闯了进来，彷佛主人和他是换帖的好兄弟一般。
He hung his hooded cloak on the nearest peg, and “Dwalin at your service!” he said with a low bow.
他将连着兜帽的斗篷，找了个最靠近的衣帽架挂了起来，接着说：“德瓦林听候差遣!”他深深一鞠躬说。
“Bilbo Baggins at yours!” said the hobbit, too surprised to ask any questions for the moment. When the silence that followed had become uncomfortable, he added: “I am just about to take tea; pray come and ha一ve some with me.” A little stiff perhaps, but he meant it kindly. And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?
“比尔博·巴金斯听您差遣!”哈比人惊讶地忘记该问什么问题。当随之而来的沉默变得让人尴尬的时候，他补充道：“我正准备要喝茶，请来和我一起用。”或许转得有些生硬，但他的确是真心诚意的;而且，如果有个矮人不请自来的杀进你家，一句解释的话也没有，你又能怎么办呢?
They had not been at table long, in fact they had hardly reached the third cake, when there came another even louder ring at the bell.
他们在桌边坐了没多久，事实上，也才刚吃到第三块蛋糕，比前次更大声的门铃又响了起来。
“Excuse me!” said the hobbit, and off he went to the door.
“我先告退!”哈比人又再度冲到门口。
“So you ha一ve got here at last!” That was what he was going to say to Gandalf this time. But it was not Gandalf. Instead there was a very old-looking dwarf on the step with a white beard and a scarlet hood; and he too hopped inside as soon as the door was open, just as if he had been invited.
“你可终于来了!”他本来准备对甘道夫这样说，但出现在眼前的又不是甘道夫。对方是名看起来非常苍老的矮人，一脸白一色一胡须，戴着红一色一帽子;同样的，他也是门一开就跳了进来，彷佛早八百年就接到邀请函一样。
“I see they ha一ve begun to arrive already,” he said when he caught sight of Dwalin’s green hood hanging up. He hung his red one next to it, and “Balin at your service!” he said with his hand on his breast.
“大家都开始报到了!”当他看见德瓦林的衣帽挂在架上时，这么说。他也把自己的红帽子挂在旁边：“巴林听候你的差遣!”他以手触一胸一说道。
“Thank you!” said Bilbo with a gasp. It was not the correct thing to say, but they ha一ve begun to arrive had flustered him badly. He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he—as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful—he might ha一ve to go without.
“多谢!”比尔博吃了一惊，照礼数来说不该这么说的，但“大家都开始报到了”这句话让他乱了方寸。他喜欢访客，但他偏一爱一安排好的客人，而且更偏好由自己亲自邀请他们。他突然间有种不祥的预感──蛋糕可能会不够。而身为主人，他有个不管如何痛苦都必须遵守的礼数：必须先请客人吃，而他自己可能吃不到。
“Come along in, and ha一ve some tea!” he managed to say after taking a deep breath.
“快进来，先喝茶吧!”在深吸了一口气之后，他终于勉强说道。
“A little beer would suit me better, if it is all the same to you, my good sir,” said Balin with the white beard. “But I don’t mind some cake—seed-cake, if you ha一ve any.”
“好心的先生，如果你不麻烦的话，来些啤酒会更好!”满脸白胡子的巴林说：“如果先生您有些香籽蛋糕的话，我也更不介意。”
“Lots!” Bilbo found himself answering, to his own surprise; and he found himself scuttling off, too, to the cellar to fill a pint beer-mug, and then to a pantry to fetch two beautiful round seed-cakes which he had baked that afternoon for his after-supper morsel.
“当然当然，我有很多!”比尔博意外地发现自己竟然这样回答，而且自己的双脚就这么自顾自地忙了起来。他先到酒窖装了一大壶的啤酒，然后又去餐点间拿了两个香喷喷的圆形香籽蛋糕──这还是他下午刚烤的，准备拿来当作晚餐之后的宵点。
When he got back Balin and Dwalin were talking at the table like old friends (as a matter of fact they were brothers). Bilbo plumped down the beer and the cake in front of them, when loud came a ring at the bell again, and then another ring.
当他回来之后，巴林和德瓦林已经像是个老友般地交谈起来(事实上，他们根本是兄弟)。比尔博才把啤酒和蛋糕放在桌上，门铃又大声响了起来，而且还连响两次!
“Gandalf for certain this time,” he thought as he puffed along the passage. But it was not. It was two more dwarves, both with blue hoods, silver belts, and yellow beards; and each of them carried a bag of tools and a spade. In they hopped, as soon as the door began to open—Bilbo was hardly surprised at all.
“这次一定是甘道夫了!”他气喘吁吁地跑过走廊时心中猜测，但这次依旧不是。又来了两名矮人，两个都戴蓝一色一兜帽、银一色一腰带、蓄着黄一色一胡子，而且都背着一袋工具和一一柄一铲子。门一开，他们就老实不客气地冲了进来，不过这次可吓不倒比尔博了。
“What can I do for you, my dwarves?” he said.
“亲一爱一的矮人们，有什么我可以帮忙的地方吗?”他说。
“Kili at your service!” said the one. “And Fili!” added the other; and they both swept off their blue hoods and bowed.
“奇力听候您的差遣!”其中一个说。“还有菲力也是!”另一个人补充道。两人都很快地脱一下帽子，深深一鞠躬。
“At yours and your family’s!” replied Bilbo, remembering his manners this time.
“在下听候您和您家人的差遣!”比尔博这次才终于照着礼数回答了他们。
“Dwalin and Balin here already, I see,” said Kili. “Let us join the throng!”
“原来德瓦林和巴林都已经先到了，”奇力说：“我们一起乐一乐吧!”
“Throng!” thought Mr. Baggins. “I don’t like the sound of that. I really must sit down for a minute and collect my wits, and ha一ve a drink.” He had only just had a sip—in the corner, while the four dwarves sat round the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with the goblins, and the depredations of dragons, and lots of other things which he did not understand, and did not want to, for they sounded much too adventurous—when, ding-dong-a-ling-dang, his bell rang again, as if some naughty little hobbit-boy was trying to pull the handle off.
“乐一乐!”巴金斯先生心中想：“这听起来可不妙，我得先坐下来喝口茶，好好想一想应对之策才行。”他躲在角落喝了一口，其他四名矮人则是豪迈地坐在桌边，大声谈笑着矿坑、黄金和半兽人所惹的麻烦，恶龙的劫掠，还有很多其他事物是他不了解、也不想多听的，因为这些事情听起来都太具冒险一性一了。这时，叮咚铃当，他的门铃又响了，好像是某个顽皮的哈比小孩，使尽全身力气想把门铃扯掉一样。
“Someone at the door!” he said, blinking.
“又有人来了!”他眨着眼睛说。
“Some four, I should say by the sound,” said Fili. “Besides, we saw them coming along behind us in the distance.”
“从那声音听起来，我猜应该是四个人，”菲力说：“而且，我们来之前就看到他们跟在我后面。”
The poor little hobbit sat down in the hall and put his head in his hands, and wondered what had happened, and what was going to happen, and whether they would all stay to supper. Then the bell rang again louder than ever, and he had to run to the door. It was not four after all, it was five. Another dwarf had come along while he was wondering in the hall. He had hardly turned the knob, before they were all inside, bowing and saying “at your service” one after another. Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, and Gloin were their names; and very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs, and off they marched with their broad hands stuck in their gold and silver belts to join the others. Already it had almost become a throng. Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while.
可怜的哈比人就这么坐在客厅，双手捧着脑袋，不知道到底是怎么一回事，也不知道这些恶客究竟会不会留下来吃晚餐。然后，门铃又肆无忌惮地大吵大闹起来，他只得拼了老命跑去开门。开门之后他才发现，这根本不是四个人，而是五个人!当他在客厅里面发呆的时候，又有另一名矮人凑了上来;他才刚转了门把，所有的人就一涌而入，都鞠躬说着：“听候您差遣”!他们是朵力、诺力、欧力、欧音和葛罗音，很快的，两顶紫帽子、一顶灰帽子，一顶褐帽子，还有一顶白帽子都被挂在衣帽架上，这些矮人都把大手插在黄金或是白银的腰带中，大摇大摆地加入同伴的行列。这些人的确看来已经有了乐一乐的实力。有些人要喝麦酒，有些人想喝黑啤酒，有一个则是想喝咖啡，但每个人都要吃蛋糕。因此，这个劳碌命的哈比人，就这样忙进忙出了好一回儿。
A big jug of coffee had just been set in the hearth, the seed-cakes were gone, and the dwarves were starting on a round of buttered scones, when there came—a loud knock. Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit’s beautiful green door. Somebody was banging with a stick!
炉上正在煮着一大壶咖啡，香籽蛋糕全部阵亡，矮人们正开始进攻涂了一奶一油的麦饼，这时，门上又传来了大声的敲门声。这次不是门铃，而是在哈比人漂亮的绿门上敲打的声音──有人用木棍在槌打门!
Bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered—this was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered. He pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the other. More dwarves, four more! And there was Gandalf behind, leaning on his staff and laughing. He had made quite a dent on the beautiful door; he had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.
比尔博非常生气地冲过走廊，脑袋中一一团一混乱，什么也搞不清楚，这是他这辈子最混乱的一个星期三。他猛地一拉门，门外的人全都跌了进来，一个接一个地摔在地板上。更多的矮人，又来了四个!甘道夫就站在后面，倚着手杖哈哈大笑。他在门上敲出了不少痕迹，而且，他也顺便把昨天做的那个秘密记号给磨掉了。
“Carefully! Carefully!” he said. “It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!”
“小心点!小心点!”他说。“我说比尔博啊，让朋友在门口苦等，又冷不防地猛然打开门，这可不像是你的风格啊!请容我介绍毕佛、波佛和庞伯，还有这位索林!”
“At your service!” said Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur standing in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hoods and a pale green one; and also a sky-blue one with a long silver tassel. This last belonged to Thorin, an enormously important dwarf, in fact no other than the great Thorin Oakenshield himself, who was not at all pleased at falling flat on Bilbo’s mat with Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur on top of him. For one thing Bombur was immensely fat and hea一vy. Thorin indeed was very haughty, and said nothing about service; but poor Mr. Baggins said he was sorry so many times, that at last he grunted “pray don’t mention it,” and stopped frowning.
“听候您的差遣!”毕佛、波佛和庞伯排成一列说。然后，他们又挂起了两顶黄一色一的帽子和一顶淡绿一色一的帽子，另外还有一顶是天蓝一色一的帽子，上面还有长长的银穗。最后一顶帽子是索林的，他是名非常重要的矮人，事实上，他是索林·橡木盾。此刻他对于自己摔在地板上，身上还压着毕佛、波佛和庞伯并不很高兴。因为，浑身肥肉的庞伯重的惊人。索林相当的高傲，他没说什么听候差遣的话;不过，可怜的比尔博已经道了很多次歉，最后，哼了一句“别再说了”，紧锁的双眉好不容易舒展开来。
“Now we are all here!” said Gandalf, looking at the row of thirteen hoods—the best detachable party hoods—and his own hat hanging on the pegs. “Quite a merry gathering! I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink! What’s that? Tea! No thank you! A little red wine, I think for me.”
“大家都到齐了!”甘道夫看着那十三顶适合宴会的鲜艳帽子和他自己的尖顶帽挂在帽架上，说：“这可真是难得啊!希望迟到的人还有东西可以吃喝啊!那是啥?茶!不，谢了!我想喝点红酒。”
“And for me,” said Thorin.
“我也是，”索林说。
“And raspberry jam and apple-tart,” said Bifur.
“还有蓝莓果酱和苹果塔，”毕佛说。
“And mince-pies and cheese,” said Bofur.
“还有碎肉派和一乳一酪，”波佛说。
“And pork-pie and salad,” said Bombur.
“还有猪肉派和沙拉，”庞伯说。
“And more cakes—and ale—and coffee, if you don’t mind,” called the other dwarves through the door.
“如果您不介意的话，请再来点蛋糕、麦酒和咖啡!”其他矮人隔着门大喊。
“Put on a few eggs, there’s a good fellow!” Gandalf called after him, as the hobbit stumped off to the pantries. “And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!”
“还有几颗水煮蛋啊，您真是个好人!”比尔博连滚带爬地冲向餐点室的时候，他们又补了一句：“也别忘了熏鸡肉和腌黄瓜!”
“Seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!” thought Mr. Baggins, who was feeling positively flummoxed, and was beginning to wonder whether a most wretched adventure had not come right into his house. By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays, he was getting very hot, and red in the face, and annoyed.
“这家伙怎么对我的食物柜这么清楚!”巴金斯先生觉得脑中一一团一混乱，开始怀疑这次是不是一场最让人担心的冒险杀进了他的家门?等到他把所有的杯碗瓢盆刀叉瓶碟都用大托盘装好之后，已经汗如雨下、满脸通红，还觉得相当地不高兴。
“Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!” he said aloud. “Why don’t they come and lend a hand?” Lo and behold! there stood Balin and Dwalin at the door of the kitchen, and Fili and Kili behind them, and before he could say knife they had whisked the trays and a couple of small tables into the parlour and set out everything afresh.
“这些矮人真是太没礼貌了!”他大声说：“为什么他们不来帮帮忙呢?”天哪，巴林和德瓦林不就正站在门口吗?身后还站着菲力和奇力，在他来得及说第二个字之前，他们就把托盘和几张小桌子都搬了出去，把外面重新给安排了一次。
Gandalf sat at the head of the party with the thirteen dwarves all round: and Bilbo sat on a stool at the fireside, nibbling at a biscuit (his appetite was quite taken away), and trying to look as if this was all perfectly ordinary and not in the least an adventure. The dwarves ate and ate, and talked and talked, and time got on. At last they pushed their chairs back, and Bilbo made a move to collect the plates and glasses.
甘道夫的身边围绕着十三名矮人，比尔博坐在壁炉边的小凳子上，啃着一块小饼干(他的食欲已经暂时消失了)，试着强自镇定，表现出一切都是稀松平常、对他来说这绝不是什么冒险的态势。矮人们吃了又吃，聊了又聊，时间不停的流逝，最后，他们把椅子一推，比尔博正准备去收拾所有的餐具。
“I suppose you will all stay to supper?” he said in his politest unpressing tones.
“诸位应该都会留下来用晚餐吧?”他用最镇定、最有礼貌的口气问道。
“Of course!” said Thorin. “And after. We shan’t get through the business till late, and we must ha一ve some music first. Now to clear up!”
“当然罗!”索林说：“我们还会再待久一点，这么晚了不方便办事，而且我们也应该享受一些音乐才对。快把东西收干净!”
Thereupon the twelve dwarves—not Thorin, he was too important, and stayed talking to Gandalf—jumped to their feet, and made tall piles of all the things. Off they went, not waiting for trays, balancing columns of plates, each with a bottle on the top, with one hand, while the hobbit ran after them almost squeaking with fright: “please be careful!” and “please, don’t trouble! I can manage.” But the dwarves only started to sing:
十二名矮人(不包括索林，他地位太高了，必须继续和甘道夫谈天)立刻弹了起来，把所有东西都堆得高高的。他们不等托盘，就立刻把如山的餐具用单手扛了起来，上面还都放着一个瓶子。比尔博惊慌莫名地跟在后面紧张兮兮大叫：“请小心点!”、“求求你们，不要麻烦了!我自己来就好!”但矮人照旧扯开喉咙唱了起来：
And of course they did none of these dreadful things, and everything was cleaned and put away safe as quick as lightning, while the hobbit was turning round and round in the middle of the kitchen trying to see what they were doing. Then they went back, and found Thorin with his feet on the fender smoking a pipe. He was blowing the most enormous smoke-rings, and wherever he told one to go, it went—up the chimney, or behind the clock on the mantelpiece, or under the table, or round and round the ceiling; but wherever it went it was not quick enough to escape Gandalf. Pop! he sent a smaller smoke-ring from his short clay-pipe straight through each one of Thorin’s. Then Gandalf’s smoke-ring would go green and come back to hover over the wizard’s head. He had a cloud of them about him already, and in the dim light it made him look strange and sorcerous. Bilbo stood still and watched—he loved smoke-rings—and then he blushed to think how proud he had been yesterday morning of the smoke-rings he had sent up the wind over The Hill.
当然，他们并没有做出像歌词一内一容这么可怕的事情，所有的东西都被快如闪电地清理好、收到柜子里去。哈比人则是在厨房里面急得一团一团一转，想要看清楚他们在做些什么。然后，一伙人又走了回来，他们这才看到索林正把脚翘在桌上，好整以暇地一抽一着烟斗。他吐出来的烟圈更是史无前例的巨大，不管他叫这些烟圈往哪儿飘，它们都乖乖地听话。这些烟圈会钻进烟囱、躲进壁炉上的时钟、绕着天花板舞动;不过，不管这些烟圈飘到哪里，都躲不过甘道夫的瞄准。噗!他会从短一柄一陶烟斗中喷一出更小的烟圈，穿过索林的每一个烟圈，然后，甘道夫的烟圈会变成绿一色一的，飘回巫师的头上。他的脑袋上这时已经飘了很多烟圈，在微弱的光线中看来有种神秘的气质。比尔博张大了嘴看着眼前的景象，因为他最喜欢烟圈了;然后，他想起自己昨天的班门弄斧，不禁涨红了脸。
“Now for some music!” said Thorin. “Bring out the instruments!”
“来点音乐吧!”索林说：“拿出乐器来!”
Kili and Fili rushed for their bags and brought back little fiddles; Dori, Nori, and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats; Bombur produced a drum from the hall; Bifur and Bofur went out too, and came back with clarinets that they had left among the walking-sticks. Dwalin and Balin said: “Excuse me, I left mine in the porch!” “Just bring mine in with you!” said Thorin. They came back with viols as big as themselves, and with Thorin’s harp wrapped in a green cloth. It was a beautiful golden harp, and when Thorin struck it the music began all at once, so sudden and sweet that Bilbo forgot everything else, and was swept away into dark lands under strange moons, far over The Water and very far from his hobbit-hole under The Hill.
奇力和菲力立刻跑到他们的背包旁边，拿回来两把小提琴，朵力、诺力和欧力则是从衣服里面掏出横笛，庞伯从客厅里面变出一个鼓，毕佛和波佛也走了出去，从放置手杖的地方拿回来几把竖笛。德瓦林和巴林则是说：“抱歉，我们把乐器放在门口了!”“把我的也一起拿进来，”索林说。他们拿回来和自己一样高的六弦琴，索林的竖琴则是用布包着。那是把美丽的黄金竖琴，索林一拨琴弦，甜美的音乐立刻流泄而出，让比尔博忘却了身边的一切烦恼，飘向遥远的黑暗大地，看着天上的陌生月光，远离了附近的小河和山丘。
The dark came into the room from the little window that opened in the side of The Hill; the firelight flickered—it was April—and still they played on, while the shadow of Gandalf’s beard wagged against the wall.
夜一色一从面对着小山那边的窗户飘流进来，壁炉的火跟着闪动(现在还是四月)，他们依旧继续演奏着，甘道夫的胡子则是在墙壁上投下奇怪的一陰一影。
The dark filled all the room, and the fire died down, and the shadows were lost, and still they played on. And suddenly first one and then another began to sing as they played, deep-throated singing of the dwarves in the deep places of their ancient homes; and this is like a fragment of their song:
黑暗笼罩了整座屋子，炉火也慢慢熄灭了，影子跟着消失，但他们依旧继续演奏着，一个接一个的，边演奏乐器，边歌唱，低沉的声音吟颂着古代的地底故乡。底下就是他们歌谣的一部分，只是，没有音乐的伴奏，不知道这首歌是否还是同样的动听。