Control

Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Five
Author: Orchyd Constyne
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Fandom: LOTR
Archive: OEAM
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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: 389
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 Side Castling - King's Side Castling

Cilith watched his king pace back and forth before the massive hearth that dominated Thranduil's private chambers. Thranduil was perplexed, agitated, and Cilith found it amusingly endearing. He rarely saw Thranduil uncertain.

"I do not understand," Thranduil said for the third time in as many minutes. "I have never been denied like this!"

"I cannot understand, either, Sire," Cilith purred. His eyes followed Thranduil's form back and forth across the room, admiring the smooth play of muscle under fabric and flesh. "If I were not wed to Anion, I would be quite pleased to grace your bed."

Thranduil's sharp gaze fell onto Cilith's form, sprawled across the large chair. "You graced my bed several times before Anion stole your heart, if I remember correctly."

Cilith's smirked. "Your memory must be failing you, Sire, for I do not recall such events."

The Elvenking crossed the room, resting his hands on either side of the chair, his face hovering above Cilith's. "Should I refresh your memory?"

Grey eyes sparkling, Cilith lifted his chin, lips almost brushing Thranduil's. "I do not believe that necessary," he murmured, watching the subtle shift of remembered desire in Thranduil's eyes. "I think it is coming back to me now." He ducked under Thranduil's arms and rose from the chair, dancing out of Thranduil's reach. "May Irmo bring you pleasant dreams, Sire," Cilith laughed, slipping from of his king's chambers.

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Erestor glared at the wine in his glass. "What is his obsession with me?" he snarled.

"Come now, Erestor," Glorfindel chuckled. "He is known for his bedroom proclivities as much as he is known for his warfare and realm."

"I do not care about his bedroom proclivities, and I certainly do not wish to be counted *among* those proclivities," Erestor shot back. "I want to finish the negotiations and return home, where none would be as bold as Thranduil."

Glorfindel slowly shook his head. "In Imladris, Erestor, you made it clear with Haldir your stance on intimacy." When Erestor gave him a withering glance, Glorfindel bowed his head. "Very well. I will do what I can to keep Thranduil from you, but we both know it will be useless. He wants you, and Thranduil always takes what he wants."

Erestor drank the last of his wine, his expression dark. "I am not for the taking, dammit."

TBC...