When I was younger my brothers would tell me the story of Erebor, how it was attacked by the dragon Smaug and burned to the ground. The stories would always take the smile off my face and upset me, I never understood why.. after all I didn't know anyone in Erebor, in my entire life I had only met 1 dwarf.. Mainly because I wasn't allowed to go outside, but the outside made me curious.. what was out there? Are the forests really as beautiful as Lindir told me? Even though I wanted to go outside so bad I never asked after that one time.. I remember yelling at my dad when he told me I couldn't go outside, of course I asked him why I couldn't. For the first time in a very long time he spoke about my mother, how she was going on a stroll and got attacked by Orcs, before she could do anything they took her, away from us.. After searching for months everyone assumed they killed her. Father told me I looked much like her, just like her I had long silver hair and my "magnificent" blue eyes as my father always said. I couldn't remember much about her, except her name… Celebrían.