Step. Step. And one more step. Must keep walking.  There was no other choice.  So Cold.  Galadriel stumbled, for her feet were almost frozen.  Only fire could warm them and there was no fire to be had. She felt a hand gently help her from the ground.

"Sister, are you all right?" She looked up and saw from under the fur hood, blue eyes under frosty eyebrows. Orodreth, her brother.

"Yes," she lied. 

Orodreth accepted the lie for what it was.  No one could admit otherwise.  Cold. So Cold. They must all go forward because there was no going back.