Deathless [Legolas]

Chapter Six

"Believe me, when you die, it's everybody else's but your problem"
- Cecelia Ahern, The Gift

Chapter Quote: "Rule number two: do not sass the teacher."

I am so clean. So clean.

My fingers and toes were wrinkled, but I didn't care because I was clean.

I never want to leave this bathtub.

I sighed happily while leaning back, resting my head on the lip of the too long tub. The elf lady whom I can't remember the name of mainly because I couldn't even say it, left me to my own devices but not before showing me little bottles filled with soapy flowery liquid that I assumed were to wash with, and walking out of the room muttering about finding more suitable clothing. . . I think.

Whatever, I am clean and that is all that matter's right now.

"My Lady, are you finished?"

I let out a small scream; water sloshing around and spilling onto the floor.

"I did not mean to frighten you." It was the elf lady again, her English or whatever was barely understandable, but she was nice and held in her arms what looked to be a towel with a concerned expression on her face.

"You all need bells." I muttered while trying to sink further beneath the water; my face feeling like it was on fire as I tried to hide my naked body from her view.

"I do not understand."

No, you wouldn't. No one does.

I shook my head, silently telling her not to worry about the ramblings of the mad bathing woman. Perhaps I was going insane. Maybe this was all in my head. Maybe I didn't die. Knowing my luck I probably hit my head so bad from that stupid car that knocked a few too many screws loose. I was probably sitting in the loony bin, stuck in my own mind.

I shivered at the thought.

The elf-woman looked at me with her brow furrowed as she placed the towel beside the tub.

"Well, I shall leave you to dry yourself and wait for you outside to help you dress." She was gone before I could tell her that I had no problem dressing myself nor was I incapable of doing so.

I guess it was time to get out anyway. My fingers and toes had started to resemble prunes, no doubt that if I stayed in the tub I would turn into a one.

Sighing heavily I managed to drag my sore tired body out of the still warm water without breaking my leg as I stumbled out of the tub, and slipped on the wet floor. I am so graceful.

Roughly running the crazy soft towel thing down my body I almost cried. It had to be the softest thing to come into contact with my body for weeks. Jesus Christ, pull yourself together. I was amazingly dry within seconds; wrapping the towel around me and exiting the little bathing room with my ridiculously curly hair dripping down my back.