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Vertalings in die woordeboek Engels - Kornies

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ramble (v.) 1 a stroll; walk rozya, gwandra; b amble walkya; 2 a burble; blather dwala; b speak at great length; go on; rabbit randygalla; c babble; wander lambrebi, muskegi
ramble (v.) 1 a stroll; walk rozya, gwandra; b amble walkya; 2 a burble; blather dwala; b speak at great length; go on; rabbit randygalla; c babble; wander lambrebi, muskegi

visit2 (v.) be present in; be present at; go to; be to vysytya; call on omwelez ganz; stay with godriga ganz; do; explore gwelaza
visit2 (v.) be present in; be present at; go to; be to vysytya; call on omwelez ganz; stay with godriga ganz; do; explore gwelaza

‘Old Maggot is a shrewd fellow,’ said Merry. ‘A lot goes on behind his round face that does not come out in his talk. I’ve heard that he used to go into the Old Forest at one time, and he has the reputation of knowing a good many strange things. But you can at least tell us, Frodo, whether you think his guess good or bad.’
‘Magott Koth yw gwas fel,’ yn-medh Merri. ‘Meur a hwer a-dryv y fas kylghek na dhiskwedh yn y gows. Dell glywav, ev a wrug mos y’n Koes Koth termyn dhe dermyn, hag ev a woer traow koynt pals dell hevel. Ty a yll leverel orthyn, Frodo, mar tybydh jy y dhismyk dhe vos po da po drog.’

‘Why, this is the Stock-brook!’ said Pippin. ‘If we are going to try and get back on to our course, we must cross at once and bear right.’
‘Henn yw Gover Stokk!’ a leveris Pypyn. ‘Mar mynnyn daswul agan kors, res yw dhyn y dreusi a-dhesempis ha treyl a-dhyghow.’

‘For tonight we go to the woods on the hills above Woodhall. It is some miles, but you shall have rest at the end of it, and it will shorten your journey tomorrow.’
‘Haneth, ni a dhe’n koes dhe’n vre a-ugh Wudol. Nebes mildiryow yw, mes hwi a’gas bydh powes dh’y benn, hag y fydh berrhe dha fordh a-vorrow.’

As a matter of fact with Merry’s help he had already chosen and bought a little house at Crickhollow in the country beyond Bucklebury. To all but Sam he pretended he was going to settle down there permanently. The decision to set out eastwards had suggested the idea to him; for Buckland was on the eastern borders of the Shire, and as he had lived there in childhood his going back would at least seem credible.
Yn hwir, gans gweres Meri, seulabrys ev re dhewisas ha prena chi byghan yn Krykholow y’n tir dres Bukelberi. Dhe dus oll, marnas Sam, ev a dholas ev dhe witha ena yn fast. An ervirans dhe vones war-howldrevel re brofyas an dybyans dhodho; drefenn bos Bukland dhe emlow howldrevel an Shayr, ha, drefenn ev dhe driga ena dres y flogholeth, dehweles ena a havalsa krysadow dhe’n lyha.

The farmer looked at him closely. ‘Well, if it isn’t Master Pippin - Mr. Peregrin Took, I should say!’ he cried, changing from a scowl to a grin. ‘It’s a long time since I saw you round here. It’s lucky for you that I know you. I was just going out to set my dogs on any strangers. There are some funny things going on today. Of course, we do get queer folk wandering in these parts at times. Too near the River,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘But this fellow was the most outlandish I have ever set eyes on. He won’t cross my land without leave a second time, not if I can stop it.’
An tiek a viras orto gans rach. ‘Wel, Mester Pypyn yowynk yw – Mr. Peregryn Tuk dell via gwiwwa lemmyn!’ a grias ev, dell wrug golok dh’y fas chanjya diworth talgamm dhe vinhwarth. ‘Termyn hir yw a-dhia my dhe’th weles ‘dro dhe omma. Feusik osta my dhe’th aswonn. My a wrussa danvonn an keun erbynn neb estrenyon. Yma traow koynt ow hwarva hedhyw. Heb mar, yma gwerin koynt ow kwandra a-dro dhe’n ranndiryow ma termyn a dermyn. Re nes dhe’n Avon,’ yn-medh ev, ow shakya y benn. ‘Mes an gwas ma o an moyha ankoth dell wrug vy gweles y’m bywnans. Ny vydh ev treusi ow thir vy arta, mar kallav vy y lettya.’

Folco went home after lunch, but Pippin remained behind. Frodo was restless and anxious, listening in vain for a sound of Gandalf. He decided to wait until nightfall. After that, if Gandalf wanted him urgently, he would go to Crickhollow, and might even get there first. For Frodo was going on foot. His plan - for pleasure and a last look at the Shire as much as any other reason - was to walk from Hobbiton to Bucklebury Ferry, taking it fairly easy.
Folko eth tre wosa li, mes Pypyn a drigas. Frodo o dibowes ha prederus. Ev a woslowas rag son Gandalf, heb sywyans. Ev a erviras gortos mo. Wosa henna, Gandalf a alsa dhe Krykholow rag y gavoes, mar pe res porres dhodho, hag ev a dheffo ena kynsa, drefenn Frodo dhe vones dre droes. Y dowl- rag y blesour ha rag gul diwettha golok orth an Shayr – o dhe gerdhes diworth Hobytun dhe Gowbal Bukelberi orth toeth es.

‘What do you mean?’ said Frodo, looking at him anxiously. ‘Just this, my dear old Frodo: you are miserable, because you don’t know how to say good-bye. You meant to leave the Shire, of course. But danger has come on you sooner than you expected, and now you are making up your mind to go at once. And you don’t want to. We are very sorry for you.’
‘Pandr’a leverydh?’ a leveris Frodo, dre vires orto yn prederus. ‘Ty yw trist, Frodo ker, drefenn na woer fordh da dhe leverel duw genes. Y fynnes gasa an Shayr, heb mar. Mes danjer re goedhas warnas skonna es dell wruss’ta gwaytya, ha lemmyn yth esos’ta owth ervira mos distowgh. Ha ny vynnydh. Ni yw pur geudhesik a-barthos.’

omwethhe RD; through much l. it is surprising my heart does not break dre pur hireth ow colon marth ew na radn en ow colon RD; God, oh, how we l. at seeing Meriasek's body going into the earth Duw, ass on nei hirethek ow qweles corf Meriasek ow mones e'n dor BM; I can be l. (nostalgic) when my most beloved goes so far from the country my a ell bos hirethek, pan a moyha a gara’ mar bell a’n pow BK
omwethhe RD; through much l. it is surprising my heart does not break dre pur hireth ow colon marth ew na radn en ow colon RD; God, oh, how we l. at seeing Meriasek's body going into the earth Duw, ass on nei hirethek ow qweles corf Meriasek ow mones e'n dor BM; I can be l. (nostalgic) when my most beloved goes so far from the country my a ell bos hirethek, pan a moyha a gara’ mar bell a’n pow BK

from (prep.) (bas.) 1 at a point distant from original location di-worth, dhiworth ~ home at a point not at home a-dre; 2 (bas.) to a point away from original location adhi- worth, dhiworth ~ above adhi-wartha, ~ beneath from under a-dhann, ~ beyond from over a-honz-dhe, ~ home to a point not at home mes-a-dre; 3 ~ end to end afyna, a-hyz, ~ here ahanan, alemma, ~ now alemma, ~ on top of diwar, ~ over a-honz-dhe, diwar, ~ under from beneath a-dhann, ~ where whence; from which a'n le may(th), come ~ date from; originate from; go back to amserya a i at a lower point, having been on; at a lower point, still being attached to di-war, dhiwar, diwar; ii to a lower point, having been on adhi-war, dhiwar; 4 a at a lower point, having been on; at a lower point,
from (prep.) (bas.) 1 at a point distant from original location di-worth, dhiworth ~ home at a point not at home a-dre; 2 (bas.) to a point away from original location adhi- worth, dhiworth ~ above adhi-wartha, ~ beneath from under a-dhann, ~ beyond from over a-honz-dhe, ~ home to a point not at home mes-a-dre; 3 ~ end to end afyna, a-hyz, ~ here ahanan, alemma, ~ now alemma, ~ on top of diwar, ~ over a-honz-dhe, diwar, ~ under from beneath a-dhann, ~ where whence; from which a'n le may(th), come ~ date from; originate from; go back to amserya a i at a lower point, having been on; at a lower point, still being attached to di-war, dhiwar, diwar; ii to a lower point, having been on adhi-war, dhiwar; 4 a at a lower point, having been on; at a lower point,

The fourth spoke: ``Let us not try to escape from the country. Let us go to the magistrate. let us tell plainly as it was how he rose from his grave. let us not tell one word of a lie. they did at once entirely according to his bidding.
an peswara a gewsis na hwilen gwevya an pow kepar dell veu dhe'n justis deun leveryn war anow a'y vedh dell yw drehevys na leveryn unn ger gow i a wrug a-dhesempis oll war-lergh y arghadow

Look there! About fifty ducks on the lake in the middle of the moor. They are swimming together. Mr Richards must go to his office every day but unfortunately he is sometimes late. They did not see the lorry at the corner. Egypt is a distant country and it is large also. Is the post office near the town hall? Yes! It's the fourth building from it on the same side. St Pyran's Day is on the fifth of March each year. Many people go to church in our land on that day. Where is St Pyran's grave today? Who knows?
Ottena! A-dro dhe hanterkans hos war an lynn yn kres an hal. Ymons i ow neuvya warbarth. Res yw dhe Vr Richards mos dh'y soedhva pub dydh mes sowedh diwedhes yw ev treweythyow. Ny welsons an kert orth an gornell. Pow pell yw Ejyp ha tir bras yw ynwedh. Usi an lytherva ogas dhe hel an dre? Usi! An peswara drehevyans diworto yw ev a'n keth tu. Goel Sen Pyran a vydha pub blydhen dhe'n pympes a vis Meurth. Tus pals a dhe'n eglos y'gan gwlas dhe'n jydhb na. Ple'ma bedh Sen Pyran hedhyw? Piw a woer?

‘If only that dratted wizard will leave young Frodo alone, perhaps he’ll settle down and grow some hobbit-sense,’ they said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone, and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable. Indeed, he at once began to carry on Bilbo’s reputation for oddity. He refused to go into mourning; and the next year he gave a party in honour of Bilbo’s hundred-and-twelfth birthday, which he called Hundred-weight Feast. But that was short of the mark, for twenty guests were invited and there were several meals at which it snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say.
Mar mynn an pystrier molethys na gasa Frodo yowynk heb mellyans, ev a vynn koselhe ha tevi nebes skians-kemmyn,' i a leveri. Ha, dell hevelis, an pystrier a wrug gasa Frodo heb mellyans, ha Frodo a wrug koselhe, mes nyns o tevyans a skians-kemmyn apert. Yn hwir, ev a dhallathas pesya a-dhistowgh gerda Bylbo rag koynteth. Ev a naghas galari; ha'n nessa blydhen ev a wrug kevywi a-barth kansves ha dewdhek pennbloedh Bylbo, a henwis ev Kevywi Kanspoes. Ugens gwester a veu gelwys, hag yth esa kemmys a voes may hwrug hi ergh a voes ha glaw a dhiwes, dell lever hobytow.

Gandalf stayed in the Shire for over two months. Then one evening, at the end of June, soon after Frodo’s plan had been finally arranged, he suddenly announced that he was going off again next morning. ‘Only for a short while, I hope,’ he said. ‘But I am going down beyond the southern borders to get some news, if I can. I have been idle longer than I should.’
Gandalf a withas y’n Shayr moy es dew vis. Ena, unn gorthugher dhe benn mis Metheven, skon wosa towlenn Frodo dhe vos darbarys yn tien, ev a leveras ev dhe vones arta y’n nessa myttin. ‘Marnas dre bols, dell yw govenek dhymm,’ ev a leveris. ‘Y fynnav vy mos yn-nans, dres emlow deghow an Shayr rag kavoes nowodhow, mar kallav. My re growdras hirra es dell goedh dhymm.’

sea n. mor m. -ow; poetically an oon las f. 'the blue down' Carter; poetically, personified gweylgy f. WG vylgy, oc. gwallgi, PN Pennywilhie. KG interprets as 'wolfhound'; the high seas, the open s. an mor brâs; with sense of desolation an mor difeyth; the deep s. an mor pur dhown BK. Pref. to downvor*; calm s. spaven mor m. †; a c. area of s, a calm spot spannel f. -low d; rough s. hagervor; go to s. mos dhe'n mor WBod, WG; at s. war an mor; or on the high ss war an weylgy; to s. dhe' mor ~ dhe'n mor; at the bottom of the s, under the s. war
sea n. mor m. -ow; poetically an oon las f. 'the blue down' Carter; poetically, personified gweylgy f. WG vylgy, oc. gwallgi, PN Pennywilhie. KG interprets as 'wolfhound'; the high seas, the open s. an mor brâs; with sense of desolation an mor difeyth; the deep s. an mor pur dhown BK. Pref. to downvor*; calm s. spaven mor m. †; a c. area of s, a calm spot spannel f. -low d; rough s. hagervor; go to s. mos dhe'n mor WBod, WG; at s. war an mor; or on the high ss war an weylgy; to s. dhe' mor ~ dhe'n mor; at the bottom of the s, under the s. war

The bedroom carpet is like the one in the hall; they are yellow and green That animal is like a sheep but it isn’t a sheep. Don’t say the same thing again. This isn’t the same book as John’s. Go at the same time as Mary! The other basket is under the table there. Take it! Isn’t the new pub near the other one? These are not very similar to the others, are they? Where are the other women now? They are in the other room. Another time, another story! Take another (kind of) sweet then! This is wrong. This sentence is different from the other sentence. Other countries are better, it seems. There are clouds in the sky and they are different from the others.
Leurlenn an chambour yw haval orth huni an hel; melyn ha gwyrdh yns i. An enyval nay w haval orth davas mes nyns yw ev davas. Na lavar an keth tra arta. Nyns yw hemma an keth lyver ha huni Yowann. Ke yn kettermyn ha Maria! Yma an ganstell arall yn-dann an voes ena. Kemmer hi! A nyns usi an tavern nowydh ogas dhe’n huni arall? Nyns yw an traow ma pur haval orth an re erell, yns i? Plema’n benynes erell lemmyn? Yn stevell arall ymons. Ken termyn, ken hwedhel! Kemmer ken hwegynn ytho! Hemm yw kamm. An lavar ma yw dihaval diworth an lavar arall. Broyow erell yw gwell, dell hevel. Yma kommol y’n ebron ha dihaval yns diworth an re erell.

They waited anxiously for him to go on. ‘Well,’ the farmer continued, approaching his point with slow relish, ‘he came riding on a big black horse in at the gate, which happened to be open, and right up to my door. All black he was himself, too, and cloaked and hooded up, as if he did not want to be known. “Now what in the Shire can he want?” I thought to myself. We don’t see many of the Big Folk over the border; and anyway I had never heard of any like this black fellow.
I a wortas orth y eryow yn ter. ‘Wel,’ an tiek a besyas, ow nesa dh’y boynt gans delit lent, ‘ev a dheuth ow marghogeth war margh du bras, dres an yet o igor dre jons, bys yn ow daras a-rag. Du yn tien o ev y honan, ynwedh, ha mantelys ha koghys, ny vynnas ev bos aswonnys dell hevel. “Pandr’a vynn eev y’n Shayr?” my a omdybis. Ny welyn ni lies a’n Gwerin Bras dhe’n tu ma an amal: hag ynwedh, nevra ny wrug vy klywes travyth yn kever tus haval orth an gwas du ma.

47 While he was still speaking, Judas, one of the Twelve, arrived. With him was a large crowd armed with swords and clubs, sent from the chief priests and the elders of the people. 48 Now the betrayer had arranged a signal with them: “The one I kiss is the man; arrest him.” 49 Going at once to Jesus, Judas said, “Greetings, Rabbi!” and kissed him. 50 Jesus replied, “Do what you came for, friend.”[d] Then the men stepped forward, seized Jesus and arrested him. 51 With that, one of Jesus’ companions reached for his sword, drew it out and struck the servant of the high priest, cutting off his ear. 52 “Put your sword back in its place,” Jesus said to him, “for all who draw the sword will die by the sword. 53 Do you think I cannot call on my Father, and he will at once put at my disposal more than twelve legions of angels? 54 But how then would the Scriptures be fulfilled that say it must happen in this way?” 55 In that hour Jesus said to the crowd, “Am I leading a rebellion, that you have come out with swords and clubs to capture me? Every day I sat in the temple courts teaching, and you did not arrest me. 56 But this has all taken place that the writings of the prophets might be fulfilled.” Then all the disciples deserted him and fled.
47Hag ev hwath ow kewsel, otta, Yudas, onan a'n dewdhek a dheuth, ha ganso routh veur ow toen kledhedhyow ha fustow, dhiworth an bennoferysi ha henavogyon an bobel. 48Hag ev neb a'n traytas a ros dhedha tokyn ow leverel, ‘Neb may rov amm dhodho, henna yw ev, settyewgh dalghenn ynno.’ 49Ha desempis ev eth dhe Yesu ha leverel, ‘Lowena dhis, Mester!’ hag amma dhodho. 50Hag yn-medh Yesu dhodho, ‘Koweth, prag y teuthys?’ Ena y teuthons yn-rag ha gorra aga diwla war Yesu ha'y dhalghenna. 51Hag otta, onan a'n re esa gans Yesu, owth ystynn y leuv a dennas y gledha hag a weskis kethwas an arghoferyas ha treghi dhe-ves y skovarn. 52Ena Yesu a leveris dhodho, ‘Gorr dha gledha yn y le arta, rag oll an re a gemmer an kledha, der an kledha y ferwons. 53Po a dybydh jy na allav pysi ow Thas, hag ev a dhannvon dhymm lemmyn moy ages dewdhek lyjyon a eledh? 54Fatell allsa an skryptors bos kollenwys ytho, y tal hwarvos yndella?’ 55Y'n eur na Yesu a leveris dhe'n routhow, ‘A dheuthewgh hwi yn-mes gans kledhedhyow ha fustow dhe'm dalghenna kepar dell ve erbynn lader? Yth en esedhys y'n tempel pub dydh ow tyski ha ny wrussowgh ow dalghenna. 56Mes oll hemma yw hwarvedhys may fo kollenwys skrifow an brofoesi.’ Ena oll an dhyskyblon a'n gasas ha fia dhe'n fo.

v. costya WJ; without c. heb arveth m.; heb cost; go to the c. of mos en cost a; at all cs. awos ehen; phr. how much does it c? pegebmys ew ?; lit. what shall I pay pand'wra vy pe ? AB; to you, it cs one groat dhe jy, ev a gost grot BM thyso gy
v. costya WJ; without c. heb arveth m.; heb cost; go to the c. of mos en cost a; at all cs. awos ehen; phr. how much does it c? pegebmys ew ?; lit. what shall I pay pand'wra vy pe ? AB; to you, it cs one groat dhe jy, ev a gost grot BM thyso gy

Twelve more years passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was understood that something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a rather curious number and a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33) an important number: the date of his ‘coming of age’.
Dewdhek blydhen moy a dremenas. Pub blydhen an Bagynsyow re wrug kevywi-pennbloedh kesunys pur vywek dhe Bag End; mes lemmyn, godhvedhys o neppyth re arbennik dhe vos devisys rag an kynyav na. Bylbo a via kans hag unnek bloedh, oes pur ughel rag hobyt (ny wrug an Tuk Koth y honan drehedhes moy ages 130); ha Frodo a via trydhek warn ugens, niver poesek: an jydh a ’devedhyans a’y oes’.

CHAPTER 19 WHY THE CAPTAIN WANTED A ZOMBIE Good news: neither David nor I received an immediate bullet to the brain. Bad news: both of us were blindfolded, bundled into the back of a military paddy-wagon and found ourselves bumping along a rural highway for a very, very long time. (Or did it just seem that way?) The paddy-wagon was roughly sprung to the point where I felt every pothole, every bump and undulation on that roadway – and there were many. My hands and feet were bound securely and so it was difficult to remain sitting upright. I couldn’t be sure what David was doing – other than roaring and moaning at irregular intervals. “Shut up, Dave!” I screamed – to no obvious effect. And the back of the paddy-wagon smelt distinctly of urine and vomit – both sharp and sour. My guess was that its usual occupants were soldiers who had had a big night on the town and needed some ‘assistance’ getting back to their base. When you close your eyes, travel time becomes distorted. I know of this from empirical research. What sort of research, you ask? Good question: try closing your eyes on the way home from work – whether travelling by train, tram or bus – and only open them when you think you have arrived at your train/tram/bus stop. Go on, try it. I guarantee you’ll always re-open your eyes long before you get near your accustomed stop (unless, of course, you fall asleep). On this particular occasion, of course, I was blindfolded and had no idea of how long the trip actually took. So, I believed the trip was actually many hours longer than it really was. Does that make sense? No matter, it’s just another digression. In any event, the paddy-wagon eventually came to a juddering halt – but not before I was physically spent from the effort of remaining upright whilst bound hand and foot.
AN ACHESON MAY FYNNA AN KAPTEN ZOMBI. Nowodhow da: ny dhegemmersa na Davydh na my, a-dhistowgh yn neb kas, pellenn dh’agan ympynnyon. Nowodhow drog: yth esa, agan dew, maylyes agan dewlagas ha tewlys y’n delergh kertik breselek. Ni a omgavas bos ow ponkya a-hys fordh bowel dres termyn hir, termyn hir dres eghenn. (Po, esa owth heveli bos yndellna?) Yth o tergh an kertik pur gales. My a ylli omglywes pub toll ha pub boemm ha pub tonn dhiworth an fordh na, meur aga niver. Kelmys fast o’m diwla ha’m dewdroes mayth o kales dhe driga owth esedha syth. Ny yllyn bos sur pyth esa Davydh ow kul – a-der bedhygla ha hanasa hepken, yn treweythyus. “Gas dha son, ‘Dhav!” a skrijis vy – heb effeyth apert vyth. Yth esa fler drog yn delergh an kertik, fler a urin, fler a hwyj – tynn ha trenk. Dell heveli, tremenysi an kertik, herwydh usadow, o soudoryon wosa ‘nos vras’ y’n tre ha mayth esa dhedha edhomm a ‘weres’ rag dehweles dhe’n selva. Pan dhegeydh dha dhewlagas, y teuth ha bos omgemmys termyn lavuryans. Sur a hemma a allav bos anodho drefenn ow hwithrans empirek. Py par a hwithrans, a wovynnydh? Govynn da. Gwra assaya dhe dhegea dha dhewlagas ha ty ow lavurya dhe-dre dhiworth dha soedh – yn tren, yn stret-karr po yn kyttrin. Ha na wra assaya aga dasigeri marnas pan grysydh dha neshe orth dha orsav dha honan. Dhe wir, assay an dra. My a ambos orthis ty dhe dhasigeri dha dhewlagas pup- prys termyn hir kyns es ty dhe dhrehedhes an orsav herwydh dha usadow (marnas ty a goedh yn kosk, heb mar.) Y’n prys ma, maylyes ow dewlagas, nyns esa dhymm tybyans vyth a-dro dhe bellder gwir an vyaj. Ytho, my a grysi bos an vyaj lies our hirra es dell o yn hwir. Eus reson rag an lavar ma? Na. Ny vern, nyns yw travyth a-der gwandrans arall. Yn neb kas, wostiwedh, y teuth vyaj an kertik dhe dhiwedh ow krena – mes ny hwarva henna kyns ow bos spenys yn tien y’m korf drefenn ow assayans dhe driga a’m sav, kelmys ow diwla ha’m dewdroes.

‘Not quite,’ said Merry. It sounds very desperate, but I believe Frodo is right. It is the only way of getting off without being followed at once. With luck we might gel a considerable start.’ ‘But you won’t have any luck in the Old Forest,’ objected Fredegar. ‘No one ever has luck in there. You’ll gel lost. People don’t go in there.’
‘Nag yw, nag yn tien,’ yn-medh Merri. ‘An tybyans a hevel bos pur euthek, mes Frodo yw ewn dell grysav. Henn yw an fordh hepken dhe dhalleth heb bos sywys distowgh. Gans nebes chons da, y hwryllyn ni les meur. ‘Mes ny vydh chons da dhywgh y’n Koes Koth,’ a dhadhlas Fredegar. ‘Nyns eus chons vyth dhe nagonan yn ena. Hwi a vydh dos ha bos kellys. Nyns a tus a-ji dhodho.’

The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on all its branches. More promising still (to the hobbits’ mind): an enormous open-air kitchen was erected in the north corner of the field. A draught of cooks, from every inn and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height.
An tyldow a dhallathas bos sevys. Yth esa unn tylder bras yn arbennik, mar vras o ev mayth esa an wydhenn ow tevi y’n park a-ji dhodho yn tien, hag ev a sevis yn goethus dhe benn an pennmoes. Lugern a veu kregys yn y skorrenn oll. Gwell hwath (dhe vrys an hobytyow): kegin gowrek a veu drehevys yn kern a-gledh an park. Para a geginor a dheuth diworth pub tavern ha boesti dre vildiryow oll a-dro, rag gweres orth an korryon ha tus koynt erell neb esa owth ostya dhe Bag End. Gwaytyans a sevis dhe bennughelder.