Gilthalion

Gilthalion felt ready for some pipe-weed. He sat down heavily in the armchair he had so viciously attacked. Shanamir had kindly lit his pipe for him, but it had gone out. He found some matches in his waistcoat pocket and and lit the pipe.

Unfortunately, the careless little fellow tossed the lit match right into the Cherries Jubilee Flambe before it was supposed to Flambe!

This lit off the rather amaturish homemade flash powder of the red wizard, and though everyone knoww that confectioner's powdered sugar provided much better ignition than the course ganulated variety, still it was sufficiently flammable to proved quite a flash (and smell!) in the secret lair.

The fire quickly began to consume furnishings and cordwood stacked by the hearth. Soon, the entire cavern would be up in flames!

Now, if there's one thing that hobbits understand, that's burrowing. In no time at all, the hobbits of the room (after calling Gil a "Ninnyhammer" and many other hard names) set to work digging an escape tunnel quicker than you could say black bug's blood...