deaf [def] deafening [Λdef (Η) nΙͺΕ] dense [dens] onslaught [ΛΙnslΙ: t]
The elves were the first to charge. Their hatred for the goblins is cold and bitter. Their spears and swords shone in the gloom with a gleam of chill flame, so deadly was the wrath of the hands that held them. As soon as the host of their enemies was dense in the valley, they sent against it a shower of arrows, and each flickered as it fled as if with stinging fire. Behind the arrows a thousand of their spearmen leapt down and charged. The yells were deafening. The rocks were stained black with goblin blood. Just as the goblins were recovering from the onslaught and the elf-charge was halted, there rose from across the valley a deep-throated roar. With cries of βMoria!β and βDain, Dain!β the dwarves of the Iron Hills plunged in, wielding their mattocks, upon the other side; and beside them came the men of the Lake with long swords.
Panic came upon the Goblins (ΠΏΠ°Π½ΠΈΠΊΠ° ΠΎΡ Π²Π°ΡΠΈΠ»Π° ΠΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ²); and even as they turned to meet this new attack (ΠΈ Π΄Π°ΠΆΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π²ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΡΡ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΡ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡ), the elves charged again (ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ Π½Π°Π±ΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°) with renewed numbers (Ρ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΠΌΠΈ: Β«Ρ Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌ ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌΒ»; renewed β ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ, Π²ΠΎΠ·ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎΠ²Π»Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ; number β ΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎ, ΠΊΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ). Already many of the goblins were flying back (ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ² ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ; to fly (flew, fled; flown, fled) β Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅ΡΡ; Π½Π΅ΡΡΠΈΡΡ, ΠΌΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ) down the river (Π²Π΄ΠΎΠ»Ρ ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ) to escape from the trap (ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΈΠ·Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°ΡΡ Π»ΠΎΠ²ΡΡΠΊΠΈ): and many of their own wolves (ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΈΠ· ΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅ Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠΎΠ²) were turning upon them (ΠΏΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ² Π½ΠΈΡ ) and rending the dead and the wounded (ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΈΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΡ ΠΈ ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½ΡΡ ; to rend (rent) β ΠΎΡΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ). Victory seemed at hand (ΠΏΠΎΠ±Π΅Π΄Π°, ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, ΡΠΆΠ΅ Π±Π»ΠΈΠ·ΠΊΠ°), when a cry rang out on the heights above (ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π° /Π³ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΡ / Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π°Ρ /Π½Π°Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ/ ΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡ ΠΊΡΠΈΠΊ; to ring (rang, rung) out β ΠΏΡΠΎΠ·Π²ΡΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π°ΡΡΡΡ; height β Π²ΡΡΠΎΡΠ°, Π²ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π°, ΡΠΎΡΡ, Π²Π΅ΡΡΠΈΠ½Π°, Ρ ΠΎΠ»ΠΌ, Π²ΠΎΠ·Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΡΡΡ). Goblins had scaled the Mountain (Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ Π²Π·ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΠΎΡΡ; to scale β ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡΡ, Π²Π·Π±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ /ΠΎΡΠΎΠ±. ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡΠ°Π²Π½ΠΎΠΉ Π»Π΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅/; ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π»Π΅Π·Π°ΡΡ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡ, ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ) from the other side (Ρ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ) and already many were on the slopes above the Gate (ΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π½Π° ΡΠΊΠ»ΠΎΠ½Π°Ρ Π½Π°Π΄ ΠΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ), and others were streaming down recklessly (ΠΈ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π½ΠΎ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·; reckless β Π±Π΅Π·ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ΄Π½ΡΠΉ, Π΄Π΅ΡΠ·ΠΊΠΈΠΉ, ΠΎΡΡΠ°ΡΠ½Π½ΡΠΉ), heedless of those (Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Ρ Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Ρ ; heed β Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅, Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠ°; ΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ; heedless β Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ°ΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ, Π±Π΅Π·Π·Π°Π±ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ) that fell screaming from cliff and precipice (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ, ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠ°, Ρ /ΠΊΡΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ/ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π° Π² ΠΏΡΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡ: Β«Ρ ΠΎΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΊΠ°Π»Ρ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π°Β»; precipice β ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ², ΠΏΡΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡ), to attack the spurs from above (ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΡ ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΈ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡ Ρ). Each of these could be reached (ΠΊ ΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ΄ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ /ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ²/ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΡ) by paths that ran down (ΠΏΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΠΏΠΊΠ°ΠΌ, ΡΡΠΎ Π²Π΅Π»ΠΈ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·) from the main mass of the Mountain in the centre (Ρ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎΠΉ ΠΌΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΠΎΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π½ΡΡΡ); and the defenders had too few (ΠΈ Π·Π°ΡΠΈΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΠΌΠ°Π»ΠΎ) to bar the way for long (ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π½Π°Π΄ΠΎΠ»Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΡΡ). Victory now vanished from hope (ΠΏΠΎΠ±Π΅Π΄Π° ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈΡΡΠ΅Π·Π»Π° ΠΈΠ· /ΠΈΡ / Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΠΆΠ΄). They had only stemmed the first onslaught (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΠΉ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΠΊ; to stem β ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½Π°Π²Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ, Π·Π°Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ) of the black tide (ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΠ²Π°).
panic [ΛpΓ¦nΙͺk] recklessly [ΛreklΙͺslΙͺ] precipice [ΛpresΙͺpΙͺs]
Panic came upon the Goblins; and even as they turned to meet this new attack, the elves charged again with renewed numbers. Already many of the goblins were flying back down the river to escape from the trap: and many of their own wolves were turning upon them and rending the dead and the wounded. Victory seemed at hand, when a cry rang out on the heights above. Goblins had scaled the Mountain from the other side and already many were on the slopes above the Gate, and others were streaming down recklessly, heedless of those that fell screaming from cliff and precipice, to attack the spurs from above. Each of these could be reached by paths that ran down from the main mass of the Mountain in the centre; and the defenders had too few to bar the way for long. Victory now vanished from hope. They had only stemmed the first onslaught of the black tide.
Day drew on (Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΡ). The goblins gathered again in the valley (Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π² Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π΅). There a host of Wargs came ravening (Π²ΠΎΠΉΡΠΊΠΎ ΠΠ°ΡΠ³ΠΎΠ² ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎ, Ρ ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠΆΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈΠ²ΠΎΠ΅; to raven β ΡΡΡΠΊΠ°ΡΡ Π² ΠΏΠΎΠΈΡΠΊΠ°Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠΈ; Π½Π°Π±ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡΠ½Π°ΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²Ρ) and with them came the bodyguard of Bolg (ΠΈ Ρ Π½ΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»Π° Π»ΠΈΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Π° ΠΠΎΠ»Π³Π°; bodyguard β Π»ΠΈΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½Π°; ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΡ ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ), goblins of huge size (Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΡ ΡΠ°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΎΠ²) with scimitars of steel (Ρ ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²ΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ°Π±Π»ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈΠ· ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ). Soon actual darkness was coming into a stormy sky (Π²ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅ Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½Π°Ρ ΡΡΠΌΠ° Π½Π°ΡΠ»Π° Π½Π° ΡΡΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΅ Π½Π΅Π±ΠΎ); while still the great bats (ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° Π²ΡΠ΅ Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ³ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½ΡΠ΅ Π»Π΅ΡΡΡΠΈΠ΅ ΠΌΡΡΠΈ) swirled about the heads and ears of elves and men (Π½ΠΎΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΠΈΡ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π½Π°Π΄ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ² ΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅ΠΉ), or fastened vampire-like on the stricken (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²ΠΏΠΈΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ: Β«ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡΒ», ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ Π²Π°ΠΌΠΏΠΈΡΡ, Π² ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½ΡΡ ; to strike (struck, stricken) β ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΡΡΡ, Π±ΠΈΡΡ; stricken β ΠΏΠΎΡΠ°ΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΉ ΡΠ΅ΠΌ-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ; ΡΠ°Π½Π΅Π½ΡΠΉ; Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎΠΉ). Now Bard was fighting (ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ΅ΡΡ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΄ ΡΡΠ°ΠΆΠ°Π»ΡΡ) to defend the Eastern spur (ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ Π·Π°ΡΠΈΡΠΈΡΡ ΠΠΎΡΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ³), and yet giving slowly back (ΠΈ ΡΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΈΡ ΠΎΠ½ΡΠΊΡ ΠΎΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ» Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄; to give back β ΠΎΡΡΡΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡ); and the elf-lords were at bay about their king (ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π² Π±Π΅Π·Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ; bay β Π»Π°ΠΉ; ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅ Π·Π°Π³Π½Π°Π½Π½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Π·Π²Π΅ΡΡ; to be at bay β Π±ΡΡΡ Π² Π±Π΅Π·Π²ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ) upon the southern arm (Ρ ΡΠΆΠ½ΠΎΠ³ΠΎ Ρ ΡΠ΅Π±ΡΠ°), near to the watch-post on Ravenhill (ΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΎ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π²ΡΠΌ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠΎΠΌ Π½Π° ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ½ΡΠ΅ΠΌ Π₯ΠΎΠ»ΠΌΠ΅). Suddenly there was a great shout (Π²Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΠΏΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠ°Π·Π΄Π°Π»ΡΡ Π³ΡΠΎΠΌΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΊΡΠΈΠΊ), and from the Gate came a trumpet call (ΠΈ ΠΈΠ· ΠΠΎΡΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»ΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΈΠ³Π½Π°Π» ΡΡΡΠ±Ρ). They had forgotten Thorin (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΎ Π’ΠΎΡΠΈΠ½Π΅)! Part of the wall (ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π½Ρ), moved by levers (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡΡΠ°Π³Π°ΠΌΠΈ), fell outward with a crash into the pool (ΡΠΏΠ°Π»Π° /Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΡ/ ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ: Β«ΡΠΏΠ°Π»Π° Ρ Π³ΡΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌΒ» Π² Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ΅ΠΌ). Out leapt the King under the Mountain (Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΡ Π²ΡΡΠΊΠΎΡΠΈΠ» ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠ»Ρ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ ΠΠΎΡΠΎΠΉ), and his companions followed him (ΠΈ Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌ ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠΈΡΠΈ). Hood and cloak were gone (ΠΊΠ°ΠΏΡΡΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ /Π½Π° Π½ΠΈΡ / Π½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ; Β«ΠΊΠ°ΠΏΡΡΠΎΠ½Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΈΡΡΠ΅Π·Π»ΠΈΒ»); they were in shining armour (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π² Π±Π»Π΅ΡΡΡΡΠΈΡ Π΄ΠΎΡΠΏΠ΅Ρ Π°Ρ ), and red light leapt from their eyes (ΠΈ Π² ΠΈΡ Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°Ρ Π±ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ½Ρ: Β«ΠΈ ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠ½Ρ ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π°Π» ΠΈΠ· ΠΈΡ Π³Π»Π°Π·Β»; to leap (leaped/leapt) β ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π°ΡΡ, ΡΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ°ΡΡ). In the gloom the great dwarf (Π²ΠΎ ΠΌΡΠ°ΠΊΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠΈΠΉ Π³Π½ΠΎΠΌ) gleamed like gold (ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠ±Π½ΠΎ Π·ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΡ) in a dying fire (Π² Π·Π°ΡΡΡ Π°ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΎΠ³Π½Π΅; to die β ΡΠΌΠΈΡΠ°ΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°ΡΡ, ΠΈΡΡΠ΅Π·Π°ΡΡ).
scimitar [ΛsΙͺmΙͺtΗ, β tΙ: ] vampire [ΛvΓ¦mpaΙͺΗ] outward [ΛaΚtwΗd]
Day drew on. The goblins gathered again in the valley. There a host of Wargs came ravening and with them came the bodyguard of Bolg, goblins of huge size with scimitars of steel. Soon actual darkness was coming into a stormy sky; while still the great bats swirled about the heads and ears of elves and men, or fastened vampire-like on the stricken. Now Bard was fighting to defend the Eastern spur, and yet giving slowly back; and the elf-lords were at bay about their king upon the southern arm, near to the watch-post on Ravenhill. Suddenly there was a great shout, and from the Gate came a trumpet call. They had forgotten Thorin! Part of the wall, moved by levers, fell outward with a crash into the pool. Out leapt the King under the Mountain, and his companions followed him. Hood and cloak were gone; they were in shining armour, and red light leapt from their eyes. In the gloom the great dwarf gleamed like gold in a dying fire.
Rocks were buried down (ΡΠΊΠ°Π»Ρ ΡΡΠΏΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·; to bury β Ρ ΠΎΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΡΡ; Π·Π°ΡΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ) from on high (Ρ Π²ΡΡΠΎΡΡ) by the goblins above (Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Π°ΠΌΠΈ, ΡΡΠΎ Π½Π°Ρ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π½Π°Π²Π΅ΡΡ Ρ); but they held on (Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ), leapt down to the fallsβ foot (ΠΏΡΡΠ³Π°Π»ΠΈ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ· ΠΊ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π½ΠΎΠΆΠΈΡ Π²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΎΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°), and rushed forward to battle (ΠΈ ΡΡΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄, ΠΊ Π±ΠΈΡΠ²Π΅). Wolf and rider fell (Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΊΠΈ ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ°Π΄Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ) or fled before them (ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π΄ Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ). Thorin wielded his axe (Π’ΠΎΡΠΈΠ½ ΡΠΌΠ΅Π»ΠΎ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ ΡΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ΅Π²ΡΠΌ ΡΠΎΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ) with mighty strokes (ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ), and nothing seemed to harm him (ΠΈ Π½ΠΈΡΡΠΎ, ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΎΡΡ, Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π»ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΡΡ Π΅ΠΌΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π΄; to harm β Π²ΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈΡΡ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠΈΠ½ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅Π΄, Π½Π°Π½ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ±).
βTo me (ΠΊΠΎ ΠΌΠ½Π΅)! To me! Elves and Men (ΡΠ»ΡΡΡ ΠΈ Π»ΡΠ΄ΠΈ)! To me! O my kinsfolk (ΠΎ ΠΌΠΎΠΈ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠΈ)!β he cried (Π·Π°ΠΊΡΠΈΡΠ°Π» ΠΎΠ½), and his voice shook like a horn (ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΡΡΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ, ΡΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ³) in the valley (Π² Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π΅).
Down (Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·), heedless of order (ΠΈ Π±Π΅Π· Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΈΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΡ: Β«Π½Π΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°ΡΠ°Ρ Π²Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠΊΠ°Π·Β»), rushed all the dwarves of Dain (ΠΊΠΈΠ½ΡΠ»ΠΈΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ Π³Π½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΠ΅ΠΉΠ½Π°) to his help (ΠΊ Π½Π΅ΠΌΡ Π½Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΡ). Down too came many of the Lake-men (ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΆΠ΅ Π²Π½ΠΈΠ· ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΈ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΡΠ΄Π΅ΠΉ-Ρ-ΠΠ·Π΅ΡΠ°), for Bard could not restrain them (ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΠ°ΡΠ΄ Π½Π΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ³ ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡ ΠΈΡ ; to restrain β ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΆΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ·Π΄ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ); and out upon the other side (ΠΈ ΠΈΠ·-Π·Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΡΠΎΠ½Ρ /ΠΎΡΡΠΎΠ³Π°/) came many of the spearmen of the elves (ΡΠΏΡΡΡΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ/ΠΏΡΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΌΠ½ΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΠΏΡΠ΅Π½ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π²-ΡΠ»ΡΡΠΎΠ²). Once again the goblins were stricken in the valley (ΡΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π°: Β«Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ°Π·Β» Π³ΠΎΠ±Π»ΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΆΠ΅Π½Ρ Π² Π΄ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΠ½Π΅); and they were piled in heaps (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²Π°Π»Π΅Π½Ρ Π² ΠΊΡΡΠΈ; to pile β ΡΠΊΠ»Π°Π΄ΡΠ²Π°ΡΡ, ΡΠ²Π°Π»ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π² ΠΊΡΡΡ; heap β ΠΊΡΡΠ°, Π³ΡΡΠ΄Π°) till Dale was dark and hideous (ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ° ΠΠ΅ΠΉΠ» Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ°Π» ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ½ΡΠΌ ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠ²ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΡΠΌ) with their corpses (ΠΎΡ ΠΈΡ ΡΡΡΠΏΠΎΠ²).