Ham4Hobbit

Hey there! I love you guy’s Hobbit and Hamilton crossover so much I just thought I’d throw these lyrics into the mix 🙂

King Georduil: Bilbo Baggins? I know him. That can’t be. Thats that little guy who stole from me

– – –

Burrbo: Smaug breathes fire at Oakenshield. Calls him “Dwarrow Bastard” in his taunts. Oakenshield offers his response;

Hamilthorin: SIT DOWN SMAUG YOU FAT MOTHERF#$@%R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bofur: Oakenshield’s out of control

– – – –

Hamilthorin: Lord show me how to say no to this. I don’t know how to say no to this. But the situations helpless and this gold is saying “Mahal yes!“ 


BURRBO OH MY ACTUAL GOD AHAHAHAHA these are wonderful!!! Thank you, thank you SO MUCH, yes yes all the hobbity hamilton mashups, this is fantastic, thank you!! @culturalrebel LOOK!

HOBBIT4HAM BY CULTURALREBEL SOME MORE (because why cry over one epic sad story when you can cry over two)

[BILBO]

How does an exiled, orphaned son of a Longbeard and

A Durin, dropped in the middle of

Of the enduring hills west of the Shire, by providence

Impoverished, in squalor?

Grow up to be a hero and a brawler?

[FILI]

The proud prince of our First Father, without a bother

Got a lot farther by working a lot harder

By being a lot smarter

By being a self-starter

And by forty, they placed him in charge of the trading charter.

[DAIN]

And every day while goods were being carted and sold away

Across the river, the kingdom’s riches stretched farther.

Inside, each Dwarf had something to be proud of

And no-one had to beg, steal, borrow or barter.

[BALIN]

Then dragonfire came, and devastation reigned.

Our prince saw our future burn-burnin’ down in flames.

Put a sword in his hand, vengeance flowing through his brain.

And he made his fury plain, a testament to his pain.

[BILBO]

Well, the word got around, Gandalf said

“This Dwarf is insane, man!”

Offered him protection while he searched through the Lone-lands.

“Bring the resurrection of the land from whence you came.

And the world’s gonna know your name!”

What’s your name, man?

[THORIN]

Thorin Thrainul Oakenshield.

My name is Thorin Thrainul Oakenshield.

I have a kingdom that I must rebuild.

So just you wait, just you wait…

[DIS]

After eight years, Grandfather split,

A fire lit, reclaim the Pit

A year later, sees Thorin and our brother takin’ hits

Half-dead! Covered in Orc sick, the blood thick.

[ENSEMBLE]

And Thorin got better, but Frerin went quick.

[DWALIN]

Moved in with a cousin, who told him his plan was suicide!

Left with nothing but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice saying-

[ALL]

Thorin, you gotta fight for what’s yours!

[DWALIN]

He started readin’, believin’ he would settle all his scores.

[BILBO]

There would’ve been nothing left to do for someone lest astute

He would’ve been dead or destitute

Without a cent of restitution

Started working! Forging everything he could get paid for!

Trading metal, weapons, hammers, all the things he can’t afford!

Searching for every Dwarf that he could get his hands on!

Prophecies foretold, see him now as he stands on

The bow of a ship heading for his rightful home!

The King of carven stone shall come into his own!

[ALL]

The King of carven stone shall come into his own!

[THORIN]

Just you wait.

[ALL]

The King of carven stone shall come into his own!

[THORIN]

Just you wait.

[ALL]

The King of carven stone shall come into his own!

King Thorin!

[THORIN]

Just you waiiiit!

[ALL]

Thorin Thrainul Oakenshield!

We are waiting in the wings for you!

You could never back down,

You never learned to take your tiiiime!

Oh, Thorin Thrainul Oakenshield!

All of Erebor sings for you!

Will they know what you overcame?

Will they know you rewrote the game?

The world will never be the same, ohhh!

[BILBO]

The ship has left the riverside,

See if you can spot him!

Durin’s Day upon him now,

He must climb from the bottom!

His foes tried to wreck his rep

But we will not forget him!

[COMPANY/THRANDUIL/BARD]

We…fought with him.

[FILI AND KILI]

Us, we died for him.

[DAIN]

Me, I trusted him.

[BILBO/DIS]

Me, I loved him.

[AZOG]

And me? I’m the Pale Orc that stabbed him!

[ENSEMBLE]

I have a kingdom that I must rebuild!

So just you waiiit!

[BILBO]

What’s your name, man?

[THORIN/ENSEMBLE]

Thorin Thrainul Oakenshield!


I sang along with this one in my head EVERY FREAKIN WORD omfffffg

scioscribe:

I have seen people say that one of the tragedies of “The World Was Wide Enough” is that Hamilton and Burr both break with their natures–Burr doesn’t wait and Hamilton throws away his shot.  This is perfectly, literally true, as well as excellent wordplay in the second instance, but I’ve been thinking that one of the really beautiful things about the musical is that it’s not completely true.

Hamilton throws away his (gun)shot, but that’s never–in his own mind or in the play itself–been what the metaphorical shot really is, at least not consistently.  “Not throwing away your shot” is about not wasting your opportunities; it’s about making the deliberate choice.  Hamilton throws away his more active military career when he signs on as Washington’s aide, but he views this–at least in the moment–as seizing his shot, because Washington has persuaded him that it’s harder and more honorable to try to live.  He and his men take the bullets out of their guns at Yorktown to better secure their victory.

And it’s not only Hamilton who wins by losing, or at least by forfeiting the showier and more conventional route to victory: it’s Washington, too.  LMM is explicit about this in the notes on “One Last Time”: that the song highlights Washington’s “most radical act/lasting legacy,” which is his decision to walk away from power and not seek it again.  He throws away the most obvious form of power, but he doesn’t throw away his chance for meaningful action: he just redefines what meaningful action looks like.  Even though Hamilton says it will make him look weak, Washington pushes through, because “they will see we’re strong.”  He turns down one shot for another: he teaches a country, and a succession of presidents, and Hamilton himself, to say goodbye.

And that’s what Hamilton learns from him, and from Eliza, who chooses–consciously and actively–to forgive.  He says, “If I throw away my shot, is this how you’ll remember me?  What if this bullet is my legacy?”  And it is, and he knows that, and he chooses this chance, this idea of meaningful action: to aim at the sky.  To not kill, or even feign to kill, “[his] first friend, [his] enemy.”  And we don’t say he’s weak for that; we see he’s strong.

Because kindness, in Hamilton, is always deserving of our awe and respect.  Hamilton’s “non-stop” series of accomplishments is wonderful to behold, but the one thing we’re really asked if we can even imagine is Eliza offering him forgiveness.  When Hamilton chooses to aim for the sky, he doesn’t throw away his shot, he takes stock of everyone he’s loved, and everyone he’s lost, and everything he’s done, and seizes the opportunity–to be kind.  To make peace.

And for us, at least, that’s a substantial part of his legacy.  So part of what makes Hamilton so awesome, for me, is that it recognizes that sometimes deliberately refraining from action is the most powerful action you can take, and it defines its characters by those active refusals, those conscious choices to not go after more.  Hamilton throws away his shot, Eliza throws away her anger, Angelica throws away her chance, Washington throws away his reelection.  Principle is sometimes most meaningfully expressed by where we draw the line and what we refuse to do, which is why Hamilton cannot back Burr after hearing that there’s “nothing [he] wouldn’t do.”

Hamilton never really gives up.  As Burr says in “Wait for It,” all he does is “change the game.”

These things, too, are part of taking your shot: you take the opportunity to be better, smarter, kinder.  Hey, sometimes you “take the bullets out your gun” and that’s part of how you win the war.

Culturalrebel has Hobbit4Ham’d (NEVER STOP)

[DIS]

Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.

Look around, look around…

[THORIN]

How long have you known?

[DIS]

A month or so.

[THORIN]

Namadith, you should have told me.

[DIS]

That’s why I sent that raven a month ago.

[THORIN]

No!

[DIS]

And I told you to come home.

[THORIN]

You should have told me…

[DIS]

I’m not sorry.

…I knew you’d go until the search was done..

[THORIN]

Adad’s still gone…

[DIS]

But you must meet your brand new sister-son.

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now.

[THORIN]

Do you relish living in exile and strife?

No Mountain to provide for your life?

[DIS]

We relish being in your life.

Look around, look around…

Look at where you are, look at where you started.

The fact that you’re alive is a miracle.

Just stay alive, and that would be enough.

And if this child has a part of Vili’s smile

Or a fragment of my mind, then look out world!

That would be enough.

I don’t pretend to know, the challenges you’re facing

The memories replaying, unrelenting in your mind.

But I’m not afraid.

I know you, Nadadel.

So long as you come home by the end of the day,

That would be enough.

We don’t need this legacy

We don’t need money.

If we could grant you peace of mind…

If you could let me inside your heart!

Oh, let us be a part of the narrative

In the story they will write someday.

Let this moment be the first chapter

Where you decide to stay,

And they could be enough.

And we could be enough.

That would be enough.


*wibbles until I fall over in a heap, clutching heart and whimpering* @culturalrebel god i hope you’re satisfied

Gimizh, in the Shire: I must RISE UP to the occasion, in this hobbit nation! Sirs! (*insert mock salute to Merry and Pippin, his new prank coaches and right hand men*) The Took Hobbits sing: Here comes Gimizh ~rise up~… (same Gimizh-in-the-shire anon as before. I may have listened to Hamilton too many times. if such a thing is possible.)

HERE COMES THE COOKIETHIEF 🙂

shhh no no no Nonnie, no, such a thing is not possible! 

*puts earphones back in* OH! this immigrant isn’t somebody we chose… OH! this immigrant’s keeping us all on our tooooes… OH!

baggvinshield:

@determamfidd what were you thinking making that post I thought we were friends

omfg no wait nooo eeek


@culturalrebel
– loooooook what you DID you evil genius you

SO FOR THE RECORD, MY DEAR FRIEND REBEL HAS BEEN SUBMITTING HEART-DESTROYING HOBBIT4HAM SONG MASHUPS TO ME FOR A FEW WEEKS NOW – I EVEN SANG A THING A LA KING GEORDUIL

I FEEL IT’S ONLY FAIR AND NICE TO SHARE THE PAIN :DDD

(’IRONFOOT!’ to the tune of ‘LAYFAYETTE!’ from Guns and Ships still wins my entire heart, and also @theoneandonlyzoe has some SERIOUS GODDAMN RAP SKILLS)

linmanuelmlranda:

pasteleliza:

linmanuelmlranda:

1780skid:

pasteleliza:

1780skid:

pasteleliza:

1780skid:

pasteleliza:

lemongrassxsleep:

maria–reynolds:

1780skid:

hayleyafwell:

He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen, ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighTING FRENCH MEME

LARGE BAGUETTE

IM TAKING THIS COURSE BY THE GRAINS MAKING BREAD TASTE BETTER WITH WHOLE GRAIN

LARGE BAGUETTE!

AND IM NEVER GONNA STOP UNTIL THE TOAST IS POPPING UP WITH CRISPY CRUMB REMAINS – IM!

LARGE BAGUETTE!

WATCH MY SAUTEEING I’M GLAZING I’M GRATING IM-

LARGE BAGUETTE

I GO TO FRANCE FOR MORE CRUMBS

LARGE BAGUETTE

I COME BACK WITH MORE BUNS… AND CHIPS AND SO THE SALAD SLIPS

we rendezvous with croissant dough, consolidate their chips

we can bake this bread at yorktown, top it off with seeds but, for this to succeed, there’s something else we need

SMALL HAM MAN

[THORIN]

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.

Is this where it gets me? On my feet, bloodied steel inside of me?

I feel it coming, do I run or use my sword or let it be?

…There is no beat, no melody.

Bilbo…my friend that I made my enemy…

If I throw away my shot, is this how you remember me?

Maybe this wound is my legacy

Legacy

What is a legacy?

It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me.

Erebor! You great unfinished symphony, you sent for me!

You let me make a difference! A place where even exiled princes

Can leave their fingerprints and

Rise up! I’m running out of time, I’m running and my time’s up!

Wise up! Eyes u-

…I catch a glimpse of the other side.

Fili is leading our kin in song on the other side,

My brother’s on the other side!

He’s with our mother on the other side, Grandfather’s watching from the other side!

Team me how to say goodbye, rise up, rise up, rise up

Namadith!

Oh sister, take your time…

I’ll see you on the other side.

Far away¸ the Misty Mountain calls…

[BILBO]

Thorin, look at the eagles in the sky, wait!

(….I AM SO SORRY)