The first they heard was a noise like a hurricane coming down from the North.
The pines on the mountain creaked and cracked in the hot, dry wind.
He was a fire drake from the North...
Smaug had come.
"Celestania. We must go, now."
"What do you mean go?"
"We must flee."
"This is our home, Naerlan, we cannot just leave it."
"What will we do about Rowan?"
"We will give her to Sena, Sena will care for her as if she were her own."
"But what if we fall during the attack?"
"Then we fall. I promise you, Sena will take care of her."
Just then there was a knock on the door. Celestania opened it to find a striking dwarf woman with long auburn hair. She had no beard, such things only got in the way when you were trying to treat patients.
"Sena."
"Celestania."
Naerlan approached holding the quiet infant. He kissed her brow and gave a sad smile before handing her off to Sena.
"Thank you for taking care of her."
"You're defending my home, it's the least I can do, and you would do the same for me."
"If we fall, please tell her that we loved her more than life itself."
Sena nods, and with that she is gone.
Celestania turns to face her husband. "It had to be done. If we don't defend Erebor, who will?"
"I don't know, oh! Maybe the thousands of other people who live here!"
"This is our home!"
"Yes, this is our home, but it's not where we belong! Celestania, we belong in Lorien, with your brother, or in Rivendell with my cousin."
"We have lived here for far too long to belong somewhere else!"
Naerlan nods in understanding and silently opens the chest containing his red and silver plate armor and her blue and gold scale armor.
They don their weapons and armor in silence, pack some vital belongings, and join Thorin's ranks.
Anyone that was there, even Thorin Oakenshield himself, will tell you that they watched Naerlan fade as he dragged Celestania's limp body from the wreckage.