What goes around, comes around (editing in progress)

Kidnapped

Thranduil sipped on his wine while he watched the elves eat their supper. He noticed that since Esgaron had walked into the dining hall, he had been constantly staring at Tinnueth. The young ellon had only eyes for her. A smirk formed on the king's face and his attention returned to Tinnueth who was sitting on his left hand side. He had deliberately placed her next to him under the excuse of a larger distance needed between her and Esgaron and his family. Having planned it all out secretly, he was now enjoying her closeness. He could clearly sense her energy vibrating all over her body and found himself relishing every bit of it. Thranduil noticed that Elrond was keeping an eye on him, and the king began to divert his attention from Tinnueth towards Maldor and Esgaron who were sitting far away from each other, not giving each other a single glance. The king was satisfied to witness the brothers' enmity towards each other, hoping that they would depart from his halls soon.

After the elves had ended their meal, they began to leave the dining hall. Thranduil led Belegur and his family to their chambers and soon after that, he retired to his study to deal with his daily correspondence.

Tinnueth felt exhausted by merely having been present at the dinner. She had felt highly uncomfortable sitting amongst the other elves, constantly being under the impression that everyone stared at her. She lay on her bed and tried to relax, something that she found difficult to achieve. Tinnueth felt restless and infuriated by Esgaron's deed. She had become aware of his glances towards her during supper, and that behavior of his had made her feel vulnerable.

She closed her eyes and reflected on her last encounter with the king. She traced along her cheek with her fingertips, recalling the warmth of his touch. His scent still lingered in her memory. Overwhelmed by a feeling of enchantment, Tinnueth lost herself to the memories of the day until a strange sound brought her back to reality.

She opened her eyes but everything went black as she felt a cloth being fastened tightly over them. Tinnueth struggled against strong arms that held her down while she felt a large hand covering her mouth, muffling her desperate screams. A pair of cold shackles encircled her wrists and secured around them before she was roughly lifted off her bed and carried away. A sudden cold draft spread shivers all over her body. Where was she? Tinnueth heard a dragging sound and the air around her became chilly. Her mouth was momentarily freed from the strong grip and a cloth was quickly stuffed into her mouth. Tinnueth struggled with the urge to gag as the cloth reached far into her mouth.

A pair of strong arms grabbed her and carried her along dark tunnels, secret passages rarely used anymore, except by the king and a few elves of his personal guard. After a while she heard water running, and its sound became more and more distinct as they seemed to approach it. Another pair of arms took hold of her, this time gentler than the previous ones, and she felt small droplets of water brushing her skin. She assumed that they must have been standing near a small waterfall within the king's halls. Tinnueth was suddenly lifted up and held tightly against a male body before she felt them both momentarily float in the air. A muffled shriek escaped her stuffed mouth which was now covered by a hand too, before they suddenly hit the surface of the water. As if in a dream, she felt her whole being violently engulfed by cold water. Fear of death, the torturing sensation of the coldness against her heated skin and the lack of air made her senses race in panic as she struggled forcefully against the elf who kept her in his grasp. Her heart beat frantically, desperately trying to maintain her bodily functions.

When her head emerged from the water, Tinnueth tried to breathe through her nose, her mouth still stuffed with the cloth. The water current became stronger and before Tinnueth could form her fear into thoughts, they were pulled down a small waterfall and pushed along numerous rapids. Banged against a couple of boulders and large stones which rested in the river bed, her body was left with bruises and cuts. Sometimes she would be pulled below the water surface by a strong current, feeling the cold water covering her entirely before she was pulled up again by a strong hand. She heard the roaring water around her before she was pulled once more below its surface, her helpless body hitting against a rock. It was a struggle for her life which began to make her senses numb. Tinnueth was too preoccupied with breathing to care about the pain her body suffered. Dizzy from the lack of oxygen, she feared she would faint and drown at any moment. Suddenly, a second hand grabbed her by the neck and pushed her under the water forcefully before they drifted once again down a small waterfall, taken by the strong current which carried them away from the king's last gate.