Fill for a prompt at the kink meme.
Fredegar the Terrible roared as he breathed fire upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of Lake-town. Everywhere, shrieks rang out as people raced to safety, only a few brave souls staying behind to face the onslaught. The flames spread quickly, jumping from building to building despite all attempts at halting its progress. Satisfied at the destruction he had wrought, the dragon smiled.
In the middle of the inferno stood Meriadoc the Bowman. He gazed hopelessly at the disaster surrounding him; there was only one chance for all of them. Breathing deeply, he notched an arrow in his bow and aimed for the sole bare patch among the reptile's gleaming scales. He released the projectile with a twang.
The arrow soared through the air, hitting its mark perfectly. Fredegar clutched at his chest as he fell down to the water below. Suddenly, he tripped.
Fatty winced as he hit the ground, landing uncomfortably in a pile of white foam. "Pippin!" he cried, "What are you doing?"
The younger hobbit lifted his fire extinguisher in reply. "I'm putting out fires."
"Why?" asked Merry, coming to investigate why Fatty wasn't dying dramatically.
Pippin shrugged. "Someone has to."
"You're ruining our game," Fatty huffed.
"Am not! I'm just being practical!"
"Oh yeah? Well, what about this?" Fredegar the Terrible roared once more, preparing to burn the impudent hobbit to a crisp. Pippin simply raised the nozzle of his fire extinguisher and fired into the dragon's face.