How can I be cold when a fire burns within me? How can I hold my hands to the fire in front of me and feel no warmth? A bitter, creeping chill holds me tight and freezes my heart until breath seems to fail me. Pippin presses against my side seeming to find warmth in me, though. I wrap my cloak around him, glad to share something I can not feel. Across the circle the Ringbearer huddles against Aragorn and through the heat-waved air I watch the chain that bears his burden… and shiver as ice-cold fire burns my soul.