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Adult +
Chapters:
15
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4,410
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Fifteen
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Fifteen
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: 330
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 Knight to King's Rook 4 - Queen's Knight to Queen's Bishop 3
Legolas rapped on his father's door, and the muffled voice called to him. He stepped into the dim room, his eyes following his father's rapid dressing. "You have you flushed your system of your desire for him?" Legolas dared to ask. He had seen Thranduil leave Erestor's rooms late last night, and he was certain he hadn't been the only one.
"It was not satisfying," Thranduil muttered as he laced up his tunic. "For him, it was a completely mechanical act. I need to figure out how to crack that facade." He paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Thranduil noted his reflection didn't seem rested, and it was for good reason. Thoughts of Erestor had plagued him the entire night! "I have to light the fire in his eyes. I know it smoulders inside of him..."
With an exasperated sigh, Legolas' head fell forward.
***
Elladan let himself into Erestor's rooms, concern furrowing his brow. His old tutor had not come to the practice arena as he did every morning. He was shocked to find Erestor only half-dressed, walking about his chamber with an annoyed frown on his lips. "Erestor, you are not dressed."
"How astute of you, Elladan," Erestor said with barely contained acidity. "I overslept. Thranduil kept me up later than I had intended, and then I had to change the sheets before I could sleep." Which had irritated him greatly.
"Oh, Valar, you did not," Elladan groaned.
Erestor turned to the young Peredhel, hands on his hips, and glowered. "Yes. I gave the horny fool what he wanted." He snatched up his shirt and shrugged it onto his shoulders. "Now, perhaps, we can enjoy the rest of our visit in peace." One could hope, anyway. His backside still ached from Thranduil's attentions, and he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to any further meetings under the sheets with the Elvenking.
"I would not be too certain about that," Elladan murmured, slipping back out into the hallway.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Fifteen
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: 330
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.
---
King's Knight to King's Rook 4 - Queen's Knight to Queen's Bishop 3
Legolas rapped on his father's door, and the muffled voice called to him. He stepped into the dim room, his eyes following his father's rapid dressing. "You have you flushed your system of your desire for him?" Legolas dared to ask. He had seen Thranduil leave Erestor's rooms late last night, and he was certain he hadn't been the only one.
"It was not satisfying," Thranduil muttered as he laced up his tunic. "For him, it was a completely mechanical act. I need to figure out how to crack that facade." He paused, looking at himself in the mirror. Thranduil noted his reflection didn't seem rested, and it was for good reason. Thoughts of Erestor had plagued him the entire night! "I have to light the fire in his eyes. I know it smoulders inside of him..."
With an exasperated sigh, Legolas' head fell forward.
***
Elladan let himself into Erestor's rooms, concern furrowing his brow. His old tutor had not come to the practice arena as he did every morning. He was shocked to find Erestor only half-dressed, walking about his chamber with an annoyed frown on his lips. "Erestor, you are not dressed."
"How astute of you, Elladan," Erestor said with barely contained acidity. "I overslept. Thranduil kept me up later than I had intended, and then I had to change the sheets before I could sleep." Which had irritated him greatly.
"Oh, Valar, you did not," Elladan groaned.
Erestor turned to the young Peredhel, hands on his hips, and glowered. "Yes. I gave the horny fool what he wanted." He snatched up his shirt and shrugged it onto his shoulders. "Now, perhaps, we can enjoy the rest of our visit in peace." One could hope, anyway. His backside still ached from Thranduil's attentions, and he sure as hell wasn't looking forward to any further meetings under the sheets with the Elvenking.
"I would not be too certain about that," Elladan murmured, slipping back out into the hallway.
TBC...