Helpless
The nauseating swinging of whatever had me by the ankle finally slowed, and I observed that I was hanging upside down, seemingly from a ceiling. I belatedly recalled that I had been walking through the library with Haldir. I looked around to see if my Elven companion was swinging like a pendulum too, but he was nowhere in sight – until I looked down. There he stood by the wall, an un-sipped-at goblet of wine in one hand. His mouth hung open in obvious horror and surprise. Nearby, their expressions quite as shocked as Haldir's, stood the identical sons of my host.
I realized that all three would surely burst into hysterical laughter at any moment. I tried to catch hold of the rope around my ankle in order to free myself somehow, but alas! even I, one of the Maia, am only so bendable. After a few failed attempts, I let myself hang quietly as I caught my breath. It was then that reality sank in: I was strung up from the rafters of Elrond's library, as helpless as a bunch of herbs hung out to dry.
Furthermore, my scrambled brains finally settled enough to deduce who got me into this ridiculous position to begin with.
'Elrondionnath!'