Hypothetical P-AdW translation of the English language prologue from The Hobbit live-action film adaptation.
Transkript anglickojazyčného prológu:
Bilbo (voiceover): My dear Frodo... You've asked me once if I had told you everything there was to know about my adventures. And while I can honestly say I have told you the truth, I may not have told you all of it...
I am old now, Frodo. I'm not the same Hobbit I once was. I think it is time for you to know what really happened. It began long ago in a land far away to the east the like of which you will not find in the world today.
There was the city of Dale. Its markets known far and wide. Full of the bounties of vine and vale. Peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth. Erebor. Stronghold of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Mightiest of the Dwarf Lords. Thrór ruled with utter surety, never doubting his house would endure, for his line lay secure in the lives of his son and grandson.
Ah, Frodo. Erebor. Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequaled, fashioning objects of great beauty, out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire. Ever they delved deeper, down into the dark. And that is where they found it. The Heart of the Mountain. The Arkenstone.
Thrór named it "The King's Jewel". He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him. Even the great Elven King, Thranduil. As the great wealth of the Dwarves grew, their store of good will ran thin. No one knows exactly what began the rift. The Elves say the Dwarves stole their treasure. The Dwarves tell another tale. They say the Elf King refused to give them their rightful pay.
It is sad, Frodo, how old alliances can be broken. How friendships between peoples can be lost. And for what? But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór's love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives bad things will follow.
The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North. The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind.
Thorin (flashback): Balin, sound the alarm. Call out the guard. Do it now!
Balin (flashback): What is it?
Thorin (flashback): Dragon. Dragon!
Bilbo (voiceover): He was a firedrake from the North. Smaug had come. Such wanton death was dealt that day. For this city of Men was nothing to Smaug. His eye was set on another prize.
For dragons covet gold with a dark and fierce desire. For a dragon will guard his plunder as long as he lives.
Thorin (flashback): Run for your lives! Ah! Help us!
Bilbo (voiceover): Thranduil would not risk the lives of his kin against the wrath of the dragon. No help came from the Elves that day nor any day since. Robbed of their homeland, the Dwarves of Erebor wandered the wilderness, a once mighty people brought low.
The young Dwarf prince took work where he could find it, labouring in the villages of Men. But always he remembered the mountain smoke beneath the moon, the trees like torches blazing bright. For he had seen dragon fire in the sky and a city turned to ash. And he never forgave and he never forgot.
Far away, in another corner of the world, dragons were only make-believe. A party trick conjured by Wizards on Midsummer's Eve. No more frightening than fairy dust. That, my dear Frodo, is where I come in. For, quite by chance, and the will of a Wizard, fate decided I would become part of this tale. It began... Well, it began as you might expect.
In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole full of worms and oozy smells. This was a Hobbit hole. And that means good food, a warm hearth and all the comforts of home.
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Slovenskojazyčný preklad prológu:
Bilbo (preslov):
Môj drahý Frodo... Opýtal si sa ma kedysi, či som ti povedal všetko, čo by si mohol vedieť o mojich dobrodružstvách. A hoci môžem úprimne povedať, že som ti povedal pravdu, možno som ti nepovedal úplne všetko...
Som teraz starý, Frodo. Nie som ten istý hobit, akým som kedysi bol. Myslím si, že je čas, aby si vedel, čo sa naozaj odohralo. Začalo to dávno, v krajine ďaleko na východe, takej, akú už nenájdeš v dnešnom svete.
Bolo tam mesto Údol. Jeho trhy boli známe široko-ďaleko. Plné hojností vín i údolia. Pokojné a prekvitajúce. Pretože toto mesto ležalo pred bránami najveľkolepejšieho kráľovstva v Stredozemi. Erebor. Pevnosť Thróra, Kráľa pod Horou. Najmocnejšieho z trpasličích pánov. Thrór vládol s úplnou istotiu, nikdy nepochyboval o tom, že jeho rod pretrvá, pretože jeho rodová línia bola v bezpečí v životoch jeho syna a vnuka.
Ach, Frodo. Erebor. Built deep within the mountain itself, the beauty of this fortress city was legend. Its wealth lay in the earth in precious gems hewn from rock and in great seams of gold running like rivers through stone. The skill of the Dwarves was unequaled, fashioning objects of great beauty, out of diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire. Ever they delved deeper, down into the dark. A práve tam to našli. Srdce Hory. Archakam.
Thrór ho pomenoval "Kráľov klenot". He took it as a sign, a sign that his right to rule was divine. All would pay homage to him. Even the great Elven King, Thranduil. As the great wealth of the Dwarves grew, their store of good will ran thin. No one knows exactly what began the rift. The Elves say the Dwarves stole their treasure. The Dwarves tell another tale. They say the Elf King refused to give them their rightful pay.
It is sad, Frodo, how old alliances can be broken. How friendships between peoples can be lost. And for what? But the years of peace and plenty were not to last. Slowly the days turned sour and the watchful nights closed in. Thrór's love of gold had grown too fierce. A sickness had begun to grow within him. It was a sickness of the mind. And where sickness thrives bad things will follow.
Prvé, čo začuli, bol hluk, akoby (hluk) víchrice, hrnúci sa zo Severu. Borovice na hore vŕzgali a praskali v horúcom, suchom vetre.
Thorin (retrospektívna scéna): Balin, daj rozpútať (rozozvučať) poplach. Zvolaj stráže. Urob to teraz!
Balin (retrospektívna scéna): Čo to je?
Thorin (retrospektívna scéna): Drak. Drak!
Bilbo (preslov): Bol to ohnivý drak zo Severu. Smaug prišiel. Tak hrozná smrť bola rozsiata v ten deň. Pretože toto mesto ľudí bolo pre Smauga ničím. Jeho oko bolo sústredené na inú korisť.
Pretože draci bažia po zlate s temnou a hrozivou túžbou. Pretože drak bude strážiť svoj lup tak dlho, ako len bude žiť.
Thorin (retrospektívna scéna): Utekajte, ratujte svoje životy! Ách! Pomôžte nám!
Bilbo (preslov): Thranduil by neriskoval životy jeho príbuzných proti hnevu draka. Žiadna pomoc od elfov neprišla v ten deň, ani v žiaden deň, (ktorý uplynul) od tých čias. Okradnutí o ich domovinu, trpaslíci z Ereboru sa túlali divočinou, kedysi mocný ľud ponížený.
Mladý trpasličí princ vzal prácu (všade) tam, kde ju dokázal nájsť, lopotiac sa v dedinách ľudí. No vždy si spomínal na dym (stúpajúci) z hory pod mesiacom, stromy ako fakle blčiace jasne (jasným svetlom). Pretože uzrel dračí oheň na oblohe a mesto premenené na popol. A nikdy neodpustil a nikdy nezabudol.
Preďaleko, v ďalšom kúte sveta, draci boli iba rozprávkami. Večierkovými trikmi vytváranými čarodejnákmi na večer letného slnovratu. Neboli o nič strašidelnejšími než vílí prach. To, môj milý Frodo, je kde (do deja) vstupujem ja. Lebo, celkom vďaka náhode, a vôli jedného čarodejníka, osud rozhodol, že sa ja stanem súčasťou tohto príbehu. Začalo to... Nuž, začalo to it began as you might expect.
V nore v zemi žil istý hobit. Nebola to odporná, špinavá, vlhká diera, plná červíkov a slizkých zápachov. Toto bola hobitia nora. A to znamená dobré jedlo, teplý kozub, a všetko pohodlie domova.
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Preklad do P-AdW západčiny:
Bilbo (voiceover): Herya pharal Maura... Kimaktâra hê tâidô, kîv ninayâra ki kâtha vana arhan nolmâ ano herya tûcbatanîth. Ka ôm ni inorlâdan îma-bithâ ninayâra ki izinêth, ni du-bânayâra ki kâth an hva...
Nian zara îdô, Maura. Bâ-nian îmanla kuduk ni tâidô arhan. Nisamna hva han lûr anar kinolmâ amd izindan alamarra. Hva ayezdar zârîdô imi zâyan êphanak azûlada, bêvlet an hatân ki inda-bâhirâ im abanet îdolûr.
Tand arhan kadar(t) an Gul. Arya kastarnahti yarnolmin êphan ka âigan. Kândla an âuzphamrîth an mêre ka gul. Sivârla ka alvemên. Sâpam sîna kadar akayar oban anrîdit an abmârla ârzâyant im Andaban. Îrnalurud. Ôzd an-Harpolgûn, Âru dalad Urudet. Ababârla an-Nargu-bârim. Harpolgûn uphazagga âgval ginêthmâ, abâlûr umanatâra uryu ârnadnasêth indun-môina, sâpam uryu nadnasêth akayar môinla imi manpûhit an uryu thôr ka induthôr.
Âh, Maura. Îrnalurud. Amaggana dûran im urudet înza, vâlêth an sîna ôzdal kadar arhan zarkên(al). Arya âuzlêth ahayya im aban, im pharlî zinkî yapelgin borô ka imi mârla rendîth an pharaz, phursâ bêv nîri trar bora. Gûrnêth an-Narîg arhan bânizîmanlin, akandda natîr an mârla vâlêth, norzimrô, layâgborô, sêngborô ka lûynborô. Nêlum yaphurram amâbre dûran, dalada imab dulgada. Ka amad han anz yahirravam hva. Hônart an-Urudet. Ârdbora.
Harpolgûn unêzra hva "Zimra an-Ârut". Upamma hva bêv tânav, tânav amad uryu phornêth phazgâ arhan âivanal. Kâthim indun-anardâ karnadêth huda. Êle mârla Nimir-ârut, Tûcalvatvîl (Thranduil). Bêv mârla âuzlêth an Narîg alvarin, yarya hâuka an âyal imda anuyrar arkal. Bâirk nolma imêngan amd ayezdar ahâs. Nimîr yabithâ Narîg yapirallam yarya kastar. Narîg(it) yanayyam enad kên. Yabitham Nimir-ârut unavbarra anardâ yad yarya phornêla bôidêth.
Hva han niybalc, Maura, mâd zara erdanîth îma arahatâm. Mâd ventîth ênle nîs îma han vânla. Ka anar amd? Arn ûrebît an sivâr ka phamrên arham bâ vênra. Lêngan ûrepûhit yarhayim sour ka tudnasla lomîn yanahanam. Harpolgûnya zîr an-pharaz aralvarin âka tûrg. Hnâvêth ayezdar alvarin imi hu. Hva arhan hnâvêth an-sâmne. Ka anz hnâvêth âlra, hrûyla natîr ind-ahelya.
Îrda yahuznam arhan hlôr bêv mârbâva arnahin dalada Phurutô. Sûkîr urudnud yanayazzara ka yapharagga im ûrla, paragla bavâbet.
Thorin (flashback): Zorûn, lâranâg kvîde. Lârhosrâg haladet. Kanrâg hva îdô!
Balin (flashback): Amda vana?
Thorin (flashback): Loha. Loha!
Bilbo (voiceover): Hu arhan nitu-loha Phurutô. Trâgu unahar. Sîdan balc agan arhan arpalin amad ûrepûh. Sâpam sîna kadar an-Anâi arhan munê Trâgada. Urya tudun arhan pênra âuda enad kastar-fêre.
Sâpam lohî yamilamam pharaz zâiramâ dulgal ka dulhrûyal. Sâpam loha inda-uhaldâ urya pîrlêd bêv aphan bêv umanpuna.
Thorin (flashback): Nûyrâg anar lirya manpûhi! Âh! Samâg nê!
Bilbo (voiceover): Tûcalvatvîl (Thranduil) indun-bânimrahêra manpûhit an urya nas rûdêthada an lohat. Bâ samêth anahar Nimirô amad ûrepûh, bâhya âinî ûrepûh apdunô. Yarpîrlâm an yarya ranuzâyan, Narîgit an Îrnalurud yarazzaram haruzâyant, tâîdô abârla nas arzabathân.
Vinyal Nargal phazant upamma darba anz hu kâu-hirâ hva, umôidri imi rîn an Anâi. Arn nêlum umeyra urudet agunûna dalad Nîlur, abanpâim bêv kâlotir yanurram bêla. Sâpam utudâra lohal nite imi menal ka kadar arhayin aslîdada. Ka hu abâlûr udayarra ka hu abâlûr ulâidarra.
Êphanak, im enad vênak an abant, lohî arham rîya zarkên. Kaldal rînca yakanram mâv saphtîn âuda Andalâil-lômi. Bân amâbre dôzula lanan nimrik-ázta. Amad, herya pharal Maura, han anz ninaha im. Sâpam, var mâv ekês, ka imda an-sapthân, amârn arhan azanatta ni indun-olara sû an sîna kên. Hva ayezdar... Mra, hva ayezdar, bêv ki nâi-nâvdara.
Imi kûd im aban, tand uharukka kuduk. Bân balc, gvârla, linîla kûd, kândla an gvelîg ka birhala olmî. Sîna arhan kuduk kûd. Ka amad atêuta, âyla kal, lâugla rûme, ka kâth asayîth an ranu.
Prológ
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