Everybody kind of shook off the first shake, but as the dinnerware clattered dangerously on the table, it was starting to become very serious. 

"What was that?", Fili looked to his godmother in concern, to Yavanna, whom seemed to be pondering, before looking back to his exhausted brother. Bard had entered by then, and both his daughters ran to him, both relieved yet troubled to see him. "Da? What's happened?", Tilda grabbed onto his sleeve, and Sigrid put a hand to her sister's shoulder to calm her. "Are you alright?"

Bain looked out of the window towards the mountain in the distance. "It's coming from the mountain!", he announced to them, answering their possibly simultaneous question. "The dragon...", Saeril murmured quietly, her face on alert. Fili urgently approached Bard who just entered the house. "You should leave us", the blonde began to tell the bargeman. "Take your children, get out of here!"

"And go where?!", the Lakeman asked the dwarf, a hint of anger in his voice. "There is nowhere else for us to go!", Bard added with a bit of grave in his voice. "Are we going to die, Da?", Tilda, the young girl asked, looking very frightened. "The dragon, it's going to kill us!" Taking the last black arrow from the ceiling, Bard looked upon his children. "Not if I kill it first", he told them with clenched teeth, and the black arrow within hand. 

Feeling another rumble, Saeril walked quickly to the house's entrance and looked upon the Lonely Mountain. "What is it?", she heard Fili at her side as the winged she-elf used her Elf eyes to see the figure in the distance. It was huge, and it had wings. One thing that would be, is a dragon, and not just any dragon. "Smaug", she breathed out the name. "He's coming", she told them with dread.