“Are you sure? Because I don’t have to finish the story if it terrifies you, you know?” Frerin asked Kili, not wanting to inflict permanent trauma on his nephew. He knew how hard it was to say no when it came to a ghost story, he himself had said ‘no’ countless of times. He could remember when the stable boy back when he had barely been fifteen years old had told him a story, he had kept asking Frerin if he was scared or not and Frerin had always been stubborn and said no. Though he had been terrified of the story and hadn’t slept properly for days after it, but the story had been to good to pass up and besides, he hadn’t wanted to come across as a little boy. “Right, but anyway, the lady went back into her house, deciding she’d inspect it despite the fact that the very core of her bones inside of her told her not to do so.” If Kili wasn’t going to kill him on a later age, his mother certainly would.