you are sitting in front of a fire, which seems about to go out, leaving not a single ounce of warmth behind your body

You press your knees to your chest to keep some warmth, like someone is touching your shoulder, but no one is there and you know it

You have already accepted that you are forced to share the same body with Sauron, who otherwise showed himself quite often. You hear characteristic dissatisfied grunts in your mind "You better get up and walk. Don't forget our goal."