[Pyroclastic]

Faramir is sitting beside the lake, cleaning his nails with his knife (much to Legolas's horror) when Boromir approaches. "Hey Bro, what's up," asks Faramir."
"Not much. Say, have you seen Denethor about lately?"
"No I haven't-"
BOOM!
They whirl around, and see a huge cloud of smoke ascend to the heavens. The entire camp decends upon the scene. Merry and Pippen are standing in front of Denethor, still smouldering slightly. Denethor is giving them a lecture.
"Fools, you shame the Gondorian realm! You light a oil doused fire like this-"
"NOOOOOOOOO!" Shout Faramir and Boromir at the same time. Boromir leas upon his father and Faramir bravly tackles the flying blow torch flung from Denethor's hands.
"Everybody back to their activities, there's nothing to see here!" Bellows Elrond.
The grumbling campers are heared away by their counselors...