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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,406
Reviews:
3
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Eleven
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Eleven
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: soultornasunder@gmail.com
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
Update List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nairn_orchyd/
Fandom: LOTR
Archive: OEAM
Feedback: Yes! Always!
Disclaimer: We do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 385
Beta: Alex
Cast: Thranduil/Erestor, Thranduil/Elrohir, Gildor/OMC, Haldir/Lothvaen, Cilith(OMC)/Anion(OMC)
Summary: Mirkwood becomes the board for two Elves who are ruthless in their game.
Note: This is a challenge to myself. I wished to write a series of fiction in which the chapters never exceeded 1,000 words, yet were no less than 300 words. The first story in this series, 'Control', is based off of a 1992 chess game between Stephen Boyd and Torbjorn Glimbrant. Each chapter is a move and a countermove. Thranduil represents white, Erestor black. I hope everyone enjoys it.
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Queen's Bishop to Queen's Bishop 1 - Queen's Rook's Pawn to Queen's Rook 3
Hebron entered his king's offices, and as Thranduil stared at him with those keen eyes, he relayed Erestor's message concisely.
"He really said that?" Thranduil asked with a smirk.
"Word for word, my lord. I thought he might do me a great disservice, such was the fire in his eyes," Hebron confided. He was no innocent, but Erestor frightened him.
Silence fell about Thranduil like a comfortable cloak, and he thought on Erestor's words. After some time, he nodded. "I have a reply--"
Hebron shook his head. "With all due respect, Sire, I would not approach Lord Erestor again should a Balrog of Morgoth be licking at my heels and he blocking the only mode of escape."
Thranduil couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled out of him at the visual Hebron provided. "Very well. You are dismissed." He watched Hebron take his leave, and then picked up the treaty he had been looking over before Erestor's message. Balrog of Morgoth less fearful than Erestor? He snorted derisively at the thought.
***
With his sword in hand, Erestor stepped into the practice arena. After his encounter with Thranduil the previous night, Hebron this morning, he was hardly in any mood to see Claurion attempting to engage Elladan in a spar. He stalked over, a living shadow of raven hair and black cloth, and he stepped between the pair.
"Lord Claurion," Erestor said acidly. "Lord Elladan is my sparring partner. He has been my sparring partner since he could lift a sword. If you do not wish to come to some grave bodily harm, I would advise you to choose a partner not already spoken for. Am I clear in meaning, my lord?"
Claurion stared at Erestor with wide eyes, the councillor's tone and gaze enough to make even the most staunch warrior quake inside. "Aye, Lord Erestor." A quick bow and Claurion made a swift retreat, tossing his sword to the pile of unused practice weapons.
Elladan laughed softly behind Erestor, but the sound died almost instantly when the burning eyes focused on him. "Hey, *I* did not want to spar with him!"
"Hush and take your position." Hand tight on the hilt of his sword, Erestor barely gave Elladan the necessary time to prepare. Silently, Erestor wondered if this trip could become *any* worse.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Eleven
Author: Orchyd Constyne
Contact: soultornasunder@gmail.com
Website: http://www.hithanaur.net/
Update List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/nairn_orchyd/
Fandom: LOTR
Archive: OEAM
Feedback: Yes! Always!
Disclaimer: We do not own LotR or any characters, lands, or items from the Tolkien world. They belong to their respective copyright holders.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 385
Beta: Alex
Cast: Thranduil/Erestor, Thranduil/Elrohir, Gildor/OMC, Haldir/Lothvaen, Cilith(OMC)/Anion(OMC)
Summary: Mirkwood becomes the board for two Elves who are ruthless in their game.
Note: This is a challenge to myself. I wished to write a series of fiction in which the chapters never exceeded 1,000 words, yet were no less than 300 words. The first story in this series, 'Control', is based off of a 1992 chess game between Stephen Boyd and Torbjorn Glimbrant. Each chapter is a move and a countermove. Thranduil represents white, Erestor black. I hope everyone enjoys it.
---
Queen's Bishop to Queen's Bishop 1 - Queen's Rook's Pawn to Queen's Rook 3
Hebron entered his king's offices, and as Thranduil stared at him with those keen eyes, he relayed Erestor's message concisely.
"He really said that?" Thranduil asked with a smirk.
"Word for word, my lord. I thought he might do me a great disservice, such was the fire in his eyes," Hebron confided. He was no innocent, but Erestor frightened him.
Silence fell about Thranduil like a comfortable cloak, and he thought on Erestor's words. After some time, he nodded. "I have a reply--"
Hebron shook his head. "With all due respect, Sire, I would not approach Lord Erestor again should a Balrog of Morgoth be licking at my heels and he blocking the only mode of escape."
Thranduil couldn't help the chuckle that rumbled out of him at the visual Hebron provided. "Very well. You are dismissed." He watched Hebron take his leave, and then picked up the treaty he had been looking over before Erestor's message. Balrog of Morgoth less fearful than Erestor? He snorted derisively at the thought.
***
With his sword in hand, Erestor stepped into the practice arena. After his encounter with Thranduil the previous night, Hebron this morning, he was hardly in any mood to see Claurion attempting to engage Elladan in a spar. He stalked over, a living shadow of raven hair and black cloth, and he stepped between the pair.
"Lord Claurion," Erestor said acidly. "Lord Elladan is my sparring partner. He has been my sparring partner since he could lift a sword. If you do not wish to come to some grave bodily harm, I would advise you to choose a partner not already spoken for. Am I clear in meaning, my lord?"
Claurion stared at Erestor with wide eyes, the councillor's tone and gaze enough to make even the most staunch warrior quake inside. "Aye, Lord Erestor." A quick bow and Claurion made a swift retreat, tossing his sword to the pile of unused practice weapons.
Elladan laughed softly behind Erestor, but the sound died almost instantly when the burning eyes focused on him. "Hey, *I* did not want to spar with him!"
"Hush and take your position." Hand tight on the hilt of his sword, Erestor barely gave Elladan the necessary time to prepare. Silently, Erestor wondered if this trip could become *any* worse.
TBC...