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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,397
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.
Three
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Three
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: 572
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 Knight to Queen's Bishop 3 - King's Knight to King's Bishop 3
It was his way to know all that happened in his realm.
As well as much of what happened outside it.
Thranduil paused just inside the weapons' room, watching the lithe, silver-haired archer speak to his Spears Captain. The Elves of Lórien didn't have the infantry Thranduil did, and he'd noticed how often Haldir spoke with his various captains. Not that he blamed the Elf; one must always be diligent, after all.
"Coruon," Thranduil barked. The Spears Captain spun around, and then bowed deeply. "You are dismissed, Captain."
"Yes, Sire," Coruon hastily replied, quickly exiting the room.
Thranduil stalked towards Haldir, an amused smile on his face. "You are awfully interested in my military, Haldir."
Haldir set aside the spear he'd been examining and turned to face Thranduil with a proud tilt of his chin. "No other Elven realm utilizes spears and axes."
"No other realm is in need of such weapons. Swords and bows do quite a lot of damage, but when faced with a nest of spiders, a heavy throwing axe is the most capable weapon of choice," Thranduil purred.
"You are very good at what you do, Sire," Haldir complimented, not liking the way Thranduil circled him.
Thranduil grinned, but there was no warmth in the expression. "I had no choice but to excel at war, Haldir."
"Is there something I might help Your Majesty with?" Haldir prompted. He was eager to leave Thranduil's presence; the Elvenking always unnerved him. His gaze seemed to see right through to one's heart, to the very song that made up one's spirit.
"It has come to my attention that you once graced Lord Erestor's bed," Thranduil said bluntly. Haldir's astonishment amused him. "Yes, Haldir, I make it my mission to know all that happens in the Elven realms of Arda."
Haldir cleared his throat. "What need does Your Majesty have to know whose favours I have received?"
"I wish to know about Lord Erestor."
"Be that as it may," Haldir said, inclining his head, "I am not at liberty to discuss Lord Erestor's arrangements with me. It would be in poor taste to gossip so. If you will pardon me." Haldir left the Elvenking behind, worry churning in his stomach.
Of all the Elves in Arda, why did the pompous git have to turn his eyes to Erestor?
***
Elrohir knocked on the heavy door, and he squared his shoulders when ordered to enter. He stood before Thranduil's desk, back straight, head tall.
"I felt it necessary to speak with you, Sire," he began respectfully. His grey eyes honed in on Thranduil's bored blue ones, and Elrohir clenched his hands behind his back. "Master Erestor is not one to be trifled with. He is my father's most trusted associate, and your pursuit of him is unseemly."
Thranduil chuckled, tossing his quill to the desk. "Is that so, little one?"
Elrohir glared down at Thranduil. "It is so. Leave Erestor alone."
"You are ordering me about in my own kingdom?" Thranduil shook his head, continuing to laugh. "You have quite the gall, Peredhel."
"He is not interested, Sire, and it would be in your best interest to simply back off," Elrohir reiterated.
"Or?" Thranduil prompted, expecting some sort of threat.
Elrohir smiled darkly. "Or you may find that he places your head up your arse without the benefit of lubrication... Sire." He bowed before turning on his heel, closing the door firmly behind him.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Three
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: 572
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 Knight to Queen's Bishop 3 - King's Knight to King's Bishop 3
It was his way to know all that happened in his realm.
As well as much of what happened outside it.
Thranduil paused just inside the weapons' room, watching the lithe, silver-haired archer speak to his Spears Captain. The Elves of Lórien didn't have the infantry Thranduil did, and he'd noticed how often Haldir spoke with his various captains. Not that he blamed the Elf; one must always be diligent, after all.
"Coruon," Thranduil barked. The Spears Captain spun around, and then bowed deeply. "You are dismissed, Captain."
"Yes, Sire," Coruon hastily replied, quickly exiting the room.
Thranduil stalked towards Haldir, an amused smile on his face. "You are awfully interested in my military, Haldir."
Haldir set aside the spear he'd been examining and turned to face Thranduil with a proud tilt of his chin. "No other Elven realm utilizes spears and axes."
"No other realm is in need of such weapons. Swords and bows do quite a lot of damage, but when faced with a nest of spiders, a heavy throwing axe is the most capable weapon of choice," Thranduil purred.
"You are very good at what you do, Sire," Haldir complimented, not liking the way Thranduil circled him.
Thranduil grinned, but there was no warmth in the expression. "I had no choice but to excel at war, Haldir."
"Is there something I might help Your Majesty with?" Haldir prompted. He was eager to leave Thranduil's presence; the Elvenking always unnerved him. His gaze seemed to see right through to one's heart, to the very song that made up one's spirit.
"It has come to my attention that you once graced Lord Erestor's bed," Thranduil said bluntly. Haldir's astonishment amused him. "Yes, Haldir, I make it my mission to know all that happens in the Elven realms of Arda."
Haldir cleared his throat. "What need does Your Majesty have to know whose favours I have received?"
"I wish to know about Lord Erestor."
"Be that as it may," Haldir said, inclining his head, "I am not at liberty to discuss Lord Erestor's arrangements with me. It would be in poor taste to gossip so. If you will pardon me." Haldir left the Elvenking behind, worry churning in his stomach.
Of all the Elves in Arda, why did the pompous git have to turn his eyes to Erestor?
***
Elrohir knocked on the heavy door, and he squared his shoulders when ordered to enter. He stood before Thranduil's desk, back straight, head tall.
"I felt it necessary to speak with you, Sire," he began respectfully. His grey eyes honed in on Thranduil's bored blue ones, and Elrohir clenched his hands behind his back. "Master Erestor is not one to be trifled with. He is my father's most trusted associate, and your pursuit of him is unseemly."
Thranduil chuckled, tossing his quill to the desk. "Is that so, little one?"
Elrohir glared down at Thranduil. "It is so. Leave Erestor alone."
"You are ordering me about in my own kingdom?" Thranduil shook his head, continuing to laugh. "You have quite the gall, Peredhel."
"He is not interested, Sire, and it would be in your best interest to simply back off," Elrohir reiterated.
"Or?" Thranduil prompted, expecting some sort of threat.
Elrohir smiled darkly. "Or you may find that he places your head up your arse without the benefit of lubrication... Sire." He bowed before turning on his heel, closing the door firmly behind him.
TBC...