Indeed. He should do more poetry readings. Maybe he could join the regular readers on R4's Poetry Please, although if The Hobbit propels him into the international stratosphere of stardom those sorts of R4 gigs may alas be a little beneath him.
He could begin with this -
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
In fact, perhaps he could star in a biopic about Byron? He would (as we know) look very fine in a floppy white shirt and I'm sure he could do a convincing limp. And we'd never have to see him get old and wizened.