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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,399
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.
Four
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Four
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: 337
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 Bishop to Queen's Knight 5 - King's Bishop to Queen's Knight 5
"Claurion," Thranduil said, coming to stand beside his lead councillor while gazing out over the practice ring. "I want you to spar with Lord Elladan this morning."
Claurion's eyes widened, and he stared up at his king. "Sire, Lord Elladan is Lord Erestor's partner."
"Not this morning." Thranduil smiled wolfishly at Claurion. "This morning, he will be your partner."
With a sigh, Claurion inclined his head and approached Elladan as the Peredhel went through his warm-up routine. Thranduil watched the pair exchange words, Elladan shake his head once, and Claurion smile and make an insistent hand gesture. Elladan relented, glancing at Thranduil with a sour expression, and Thranduil responded with his own smirk.
As Elladan and Claurion took position in the ring, Erestor entered the oversized room, eyes seeking Elladan. Thranduil stepped forward, sword in hand, and Erestor glared. His gaze danced between the sparring pair and Thranduil, the only open partner. Without speaking, he turned on his heel and walked out of the training room, leaving behind a smirking Thranduil.
***
Lothvaen wrung his hands as he approached Haldir, his face flushed, his lip swollen where he'd been worrying at it. "Master Haldir?" he called, hesitant to interrupt Haldir's conversation with a Sindarin Elf.
Haldir excused himself and turned to face the flustered scribe. "Yes?"
"Might I speak with you for a moment?" Lothvaen nodded to an empty office, and took a deep breath as Haldir followed. Once the door shut, Lothvaen spun around, pointing his finger at Haldir's chest. "What exactly did you tell Thranduil?" he demanded. "I saw you speaking with him, and this morning he managed to arrange it so that the only sparring partner for Lord Erestor was himself!"
Haldir held up his hands. "Lothvaen, I swear, I said nothing. He asked after Erestor, but I told him I was not at liberty to speak of my affair. I said *nothing* more."
Lothvaen huffed and crossed his arms, consternation screwing up his face. "When it comes to Thranduil, that was saying enough."
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Four
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: 337
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 Bishop to Queen's Knight 5 - King's Bishop to Queen's Knight 5
"Claurion," Thranduil said, coming to stand beside his lead councillor while gazing out over the practice ring. "I want you to spar with Lord Elladan this morning."
Claurion's eyes widened, and he stared up at his king. "Sire, Lord Elladan is Lord Erestor's partner."
"Not this morning." Thranduil smiled wolfishly at Claurion. "This morning, he will be your partner."
With a sigh, Claurion inclined his head and approached Elladan as the Peredhel went through his warm-up routine. Thranduil watched the pair exchange words, Elladan shake his head once, and Claurion smile and make an insistent hand gesture. Elladan relented, glancing at Thranduil with a sour expression, and Thranduil responded with his own smirk.
As Elladan and Claurion took position in the ring, Erestor entered the oversized room, eyes seeking Elladan. Thranduil stepped forward, sword in hand, and Erestor glared. His gaze danced between the sparring pair and Thranduil, the only open partner. Without speaking, he turned on his heel and walked out of the training room, leaving behind a smirking Thranduil.
***
Lothvaen wrung his hands as he approached Haldir, his face flushed, his lip swollen where he'd been worrying at it. "Master Haldir?" he called, hesitant to interrupt Haldir's conversation with a Sindarin Elf.
Haldir excused himself and turned to face the flustered scribe. "Yes?"
"Might I speak with you for a moment?" Lothvaen nodded to an empty office, and took a deep breath as Haldir followed. Once the door shut, Lothvaen spun around, pointing his finger at Haldir's chest. "What exactly did you tell Thranduil?" he demanded. "I saw you speaking with him, and this morning he managed to arrange it so that the only sparring partner for Lord Erestor was himself!"
Haldir held up his hands. "Lothvaen, I swear, I said nothing. He asked after Erestor, but I told him I was not at liberty to speak of my affair. I said *nothing* more."
Lothvaen huffed and crossed his arms, consternation screwing up his face. "When it comes to Thranduil, that was saying enough."
TBC...