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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,408
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.
Thirteen
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Thirteen
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: I 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: 308
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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King's Rook's Pawn to King's Rook 3 - Queen's Bishop to Queen 2
The two Elf-lords glared at each other. They had been glaring at one another all evening, and the entire banquet hall had felt the tension. When the meal was over, most of Thranduil's people fled the hall, leaving Thranduil alone with Elrond.
Thranduil put his wine glass down, his blue eyes glittering dangerously in the torchlight. "We need to speak, Peredhel," he growled.
"Do we?" Elrond asked mildly. "I thought were doing well with simply glowering at one another."
"If you have issue with me, come to me," Thranduil hissed, jewelled hands splayed on the table. "Leave my son *alone*."
Elrond met Thranduil's eyes unflinchingly. "Erestor is becoming increasingly unpleasant and difficult to be around. I still require him in my employ, Thranduil, and I would rather he be in a more agreeable state of mind."
"My interest in Erestor is none of your concern," Thranduil replied, his gaze daring Elrond to contest the statement.
It was a dare Elrond met head-on. "Oh, but it is, Thranduil. He is *my* advisor, but beyond that, he is my friend. You are pressing him, and Erestor does not like to be pressed. He is becoming a more insufferable ass than usual. It is not helping you; it is not helping me; and it certainly is not helping him." Before Thranduil could lengthen the conversation, Elrond stood, waving a hand dismissively. "However, you do as you please, since you always have. Valar forbid I presume to tell you have to behave in your own realm."
Without waiting for Thranduil's reply, because Elrond had no stomach for any rebuff the Elvenking might offer, he took his leave of the banquet hall. As he returned to his chambers, where his beautiful wife waited for him, he pondered if this excursion to Mirkwood had been a foolish decision made by a usually prudent individual.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Thirteen
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: I 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: 308
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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King's Rook's Pawn to King's Rook 3 - Queen's Bishop to Queen 2
The two Elf-lords glared at each other. They had been glaring at one another all evening, and the entire banquet hall had felt the tension. When the meal was over, most of Thranduil's people fled the hall, leaving Thranduil alone with Elrond.
Thranduil put his wine glass down, his blue eyes glittering dangerously in the torchlight. "We need to speak, Peredhel," he growled.
"Do we?" Elrond asked mildly. "I thought were doing well with simply glowering at one another."
"If you have issue with me, come to me," Thranduil hissed, jewelled hands splayed on the table. "Leave my son *alone*."
Elrond met Thranduil's eyes unflinchingly. "Erestor is becoming increasingly unpleasant and difficult to be around. I still require him in my employ, Thranduil, and I would rather he be in a more agreeable state of mind."
"My interest in Erestor is none of your concern," Thranduil replied, his gaze daring Elrond to contest the statement.
It was a dare Elrond met head-on. "Oh, but it is, Thranduil. He is *my* advisor, but beyond that, he is my friend. You are pressing him, and Erestor does not like to be pressed. He is becoming a more insufferable ass than usual. It is not helping you; it is not helping me; and it certainly is not helping him." Before Thranduil could lengthen the conversation, Elrond stood, waving a hand dismissively. "However, you do as you please, since you always have. Valar forbid I presume to tell you have to behave in your own realm."
Without waiting for Thranduil's reply, because Elrond had no stomach for any rebuff the Elvenking might offer, he took his leave of the banquet hall. As he returned to his chambers, where his beautiful wife waited for him, he pondered if this excursion to Mirkwood had been a foolish decision made by a usually prudent individual.
TBC...