I'm cold.
Funny, how time changes people. There was a time when we could sleep in any conditions, from the Mines of Moria to the depths of Mordor itself; now I've been tossing and turning for over an hour, and what's the problem?
I'm cold.
I know what you'd do right now, if you were here. You'd be all smiles, telling me that yes, it was cold, and no, we weren't getting soft now that the journey was over, and I'd be asleep within minutes after a cup of warm milk with honey.
But you're not here.
So I'm cold.