The day the curse was inflicted on the people and the city of Erebor, was one of great triumph. The soldiers of Erebor had returned from a battle to seize land stolen from their kin, and a great feast was being held.
At the front of the great dining hall, sat the King under the mountain, Thorin Oakenshield and his kin. His sister sat to his right, his nephews to his left, and his truest friend and brother, Dwalin, beside them.
The feast, the celebration was in full swing, with tables full of food, and ale flowing freely from the tankards of those around them. Thorin Oakenshield sat back against his dining chair, a tankard of ale in his hand and a plate full of food in front of him.
"We were victorious in our battle! Tonight we celebrate with tankards full of ale and a feast to end all feasts!" As he finished his speech with a loud cheer, the doors of the dining hall swung open, and a guard pulling a frail woman behind her.
"What is this? Who is this?!" Thorin stood and stepped down from their table and approached the guard and the frail woman.
"She was trespassing. She broke through the gate." Thorin crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at the woman.
"Please…I need some food…I need gold to buy food…I need help please…" Thorin stared down at the woman, disbelief written all over his face.
She lay against the cold floor, gazing up at him with deep brown eyes and a deep set frown on her face. As she lay there, the loud chatter and cheering, the celebrating around them ceased. The dwarves that we're once celebrating, were now watching the interaction. After they had rebuilt Erebor, after they repaired the damages, they closed restored Erebor to the great city that it once was. And nothing would change that.
"We have nothing for her. We have nothing to give you. We cannot, and will not help you." Thorin waved his hand, and the woman was grabbed and drug back towards the exit of the dining hall.
"Thorin, was that wise?" He ignored his sister voice behind him and focused on the woman getting drug.
Just before the doors closed, the guards were flung back as the woman stood, and pointed her long, dirty finger at Thorin.
"You have turned away a soul that needed your help. Your heart and your kingdom is closed off, and because of your greed, Thorin Oakenshield, a curse will lay upon you!" Thorin raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest.
"You will live for the rest of time as you live now! Never will you age, and never will anyone enter this kingdom again!" The woman lowered her finger and the crowd in the dining hall, sat in silent shock.
The room was silent, and then a loud screeching filled the halls, as the woman cackled and then disappeared.
"What the hell was that?!" Thorin ordered the doors to be closed, and then he turned and shrugged his shoulders.
"We drink!" He sat back down on chair and raised the tankard to his lips, brushing off the woman and her words.