"Arrow!" said the bowman, "Black Arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and always I have recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!"
The dragon swooped once more lower than ever, and as he turned and dived down his belly glittered white with sparkling fires of gems in the moon--but not in one place. The great bow twanged. The black arrow sped straight from the string, straight for the hollow by the left breast where the foreleg was swung wide. In it smote and vanished, barb, shaft, and feather, so fierce was its flight. With a shriek that deafened men, felled trees, and split stone, Smaug shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down from on high into ruin.
"I know what you're thinking, Robert Downy Jr.," said Clint Eastwood, "Did he fire six arrows or only five? Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is an elven-crafted longbow- the most powerful bow in the world and would knock your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question--Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya punk!"
To which Downey replied, "Look, this is all very illuminating, this 'arrow' mumbo-jumbo--but really, who gives a shit?"
Then Samuel L. Jackson swooped down (Yes, Samuel L. Jackson can fly!), ripped open his shirt, and screamed, "You want my blood? Take my blood!"
Then Eastwood picked up Downey and hurled him straight through Jackson's chest.
Then, the mountain stirred in the distance. From its peak came a voice, loud and clear despite the distance.