Lin Manuel Miranda's Lord of the Rings, as dreamt by GPT4


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### Chapter One: The Epic Bash

When the homie Bilbo Baggins from that Bag End crib
Said he'd throw a bash for his 111th, no fib,
The whole of Hobbiton was buzzin', couldn't wait to see,
'Cause Bilbo, he was loaded, and odd as odd could be.

Been the talk of the Shire, this cat, for sixty years,
Since he dipped out and came back, shrouded in mysteries.
The loot he brought back from his globe-trottin' days
Turned to legend in the hood, had everybody amazed.

Folks whispered that his hill house, Bag End, was a maze,
Packed with shiny bling, treasure piles that'd set your gaze.
And if that rep wasn't enough to make his fame soar,
Dude stayed young forever, vigor like an endless encore.

At ninety, Bilbo was still slick, just like at fifty,
At ninety-nine, they're like, "This dude's too nifty."
Some haters would mumble, thinking it's a scandal,
How he kept that youth and wealth one couldn't handle.

"They gonna pay the price," they'd grumble with a hiss,
"'Cause this eternal youth and riches? Something's amiss!"
But Bilbo? He just laughed off all that chatter,
Ready to party hard, 'cause for him, age don't matter!