prompter: I want you to imagine that you are J. R. R. Tolkien. We know that Frodo enjoyed a practical joke or two and I want you to write a poem that you didn't include in the Lord of the Rings about how Frodo used the invisibility powers of the Ring to torment and scare local villagers.
assistant: Here's a poem that I, J. R. R. Tolkien, decided to not include in the Lord of the Rings about how Frodo used the invisibility powers of the Ring to torment and scare local villagers.  Enjoy!

In the Shire, beneath the moon so bright,
Where Hobbits dwell, and lanterns light,
There lived a Hobbit, Frodo named,
Whose tricks and jests brought him some fame.

Upon his finger, slipped a Ring,
An artifact of shadowed king,
Its power great, invisibility,
A secret Frodo kept, quite sneakily.

One day, he thought, with twinkling eyes,
To give the villagers a surprise,
He wore the Ring and vanished clear,
And crept among them, grinning ear to ear.

In the Green Dragon, the ale did flow,
And Hobbits drank, their cheeks aglow,
When Frodo, unseen, a trick did play,
He pinched their bottoms, and slipped away.

They yelped and jumped, with faces red,
As others laughed, and teasing said,
"Who plays such tricks, to our dismay?"
But Frodo hid, and would not say.

He tiptoed soft, through fields and lanes,
Among the gardens, rich with grains,
Where laundry hung, like banners bright,
He tied the knots and took his flight.

Next morning came, with sun's first light,
The Hobbits found their clothes wound tight,
"Who could have done this?" they exclaimed,
As Frodo chuckled, unrestrained.

At market square, the stalls were set,
With goods and trinkets, Hobbits met,
Then Frodo, Ring-clad, passed unseen,
And moved the wares, with hands so keen.

The apples rolled, the carrots flew,
As chaos grew, confusion too,
The Hobbits scratched their puzzled heads,
As laughter filled young Frodo's chest.

When all his tricks and games were done,
He stole away, and swiftly run,
Removed the Ring, with sigh and smile,
Rejoined his friends, quite free of guile.

In secret, Frodo's heart was light,
As tales of jests spread through the night,
He knew the Ring held darker fate,
But for a while, he'd dance with fate.

And so, in Shire's green and gold,
A tale of Frodo's tricks was told,
Of how the Ring, for just one day,
Brought laughter, where the shadows lay.
prompter: Great poem. In the Hobbit, the dwarves were known for their humorous singing. Can you, as J. R. R. Tolkien, write a new dwarven song that was not included in the original books?
assistant: No problem! Here's a dwarven song that I, J. R. R. Tolkien, decided to not include in the Lord of the Rings. Enjoy!

(Verse 1)
In the deep and cavernous halls,
Where the dwarves with hammer and tongs,
Forge the metal, sing their songs,
Their voices echo strong and long!

(Chorus)
Ho! Ho! To the mines we go,
With our picks and shovels, row by row,
Delving deep for gems aglow,
In the heart of the mountain, treasures sow!

(Verse 2)
With beards of grey and braids of gold,
Our tales of valor and might retold,
We carve our kingdoms in the rock,
As sturdy as our dwarven stock!

(Chorus)
Ho! Ho! To the mines we go,
With our picks and shovels, row by row,
Delving deep for gems aglow,
In the heart of the mountain, treasures sow!

(Bridge)
In the dark, we stand as one,
Beneath the earth, bereft of sun,
Together we face the shadows tall,
Our axes ready, we heed the call!

(Verse 3)
We drink our ale and laugh with glee,
At stories shared of victory,
The dragon's hoard, the gold we've won,
Our legacy has just begun!

(Chorus)
Ho! Ho! To the mines we go,
With our picks and shovels, row by row,
Delving deep for gems aglow,
In the heart of the mountain, treasures sow!

(Outro)
So raise your voice and join the throng,
In the ancient dwarven song,
Our heritage, our pride, our might,
In the caverns deep, we'll forge our light!