Deathless [Legolas]

Chapter One

"Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal."
- Benjamin Franklin.

Chapter Quote: "I'm . . ." I trailed off and gave the old man a what-the-fuck look. "What?"

"It's freezing!" Serena whined from beside me as we walked through the streets of Melbourne, avoiding puddles and people as we strode down the sidewalk together.

We decided to head out for coffee; why were we up so early? Because Serena is Satan, that's why. I don't even like coffee, so it was tea for me, though I still don't know why we had to be up so goddamn early just for tea and coffee.

Too early and too cold.

"Yes, I heard you the last five times." I sighed as I snuggled deeper into my red coat; the fur inside tickling my nose as I did so. "Besides we're almost there."

Being up so early was making me cranky. And it was my only day off in god knows how long. I should be sleeping in my warm comfy bed; huddled beneath the thick blankets.

"Grumpy." Serena accused as I replied with sticking my tongue out at her, which I regretted immediately as a cold gush of wind attacked it with a wrath so strong I thought it'd freeze off. "I'm so keen for a mocha."

"And a brownie." I added.

"Yes!" She laughed while tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. "With a crap load of whip cream." I smiled at her as we were separated by a large group that had crossed the intersection just ahead of us.

"I hate people." Serena muttered from beside me; startling me so much I jumped, but she didn't seem to notice as we continued to make our way towards the crossing. When we finally reached the intersection we stood in companionable silence as we waited patiently for the little red man to turn green. I was grateful that I had enough sense to wear jeans and sturdy black boots, unlike my friend who claimed she wouldn't be caught dead wearing the hideous black monstrosities that I called shoes, and instead dressed herself in leggings and heels.

Another blast of cold air sent shivers up my spine, the cold settling in deep to my bones as the figure finally turned green; signaling us to walk. We made haste to cross the road while trying to weave around the massive crowd of people as we tried to stick together.

We were almost there; the curb only a few meters away.

I heard the squeal of tires before I saw the car. But suddenly, as if appearing out of nowhere, it was there, racing towards us; looking as if it lost control on the slippery surface of the road. And all the while the only thing I could think about was how banged up and shitty it looked.

It was so close now that I had the delusion that I could see my reflection in the glass of the windshield. I didn't try to get away, I didn't try to run, I didn't do anything I thought I would do if I were ever in this situation.