Cold - Eowyn

I think I've forgotten what it means to feel warm, but it's plain he hasn't. Lovelier than the ladies and flowers of Gondor? I haven't heard such nonsense since the summer my nurse insisted that I dress like a lady and my brother's friends all teased me to distraction. But then my Uncle fell ill, and sweet words were forgotten, replaced by whispers from Wormtongue and none but me to hear, or to see the glitter of hungry eyes following from the shadows.

'Twould ease his heart to see me, he says, but I have learned to fear being watched.

Cold - Eowyn

I think I've forgotten what it means to feel warm, but it's plain he hasn't. Lovelier than the ladies and flowers of Gondor? I haven't heard such nonsense since the summer my nurse insisted that I dress like a lady and my brother's friends all teased me to distraction. But then my Uncle fell ill, and sweet words were forgotten, replaced by whispers from Wormtongue and none but me to hear, or to see the glitter of hungry eyes following from the shadows.

'Twould ease his heart to see me, he says, but I have learned to fear being watched.