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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,401
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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.
Six
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Six
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: 307
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 Pawn to Queen 3 - Queen's Pawn to Queen 3
Mirkwood's main library was massive, occupying a central cavern. Erestor wandered through the stacks, fingers trailing along the shelves, over the spines of the various books. Some of the volumes, he noted, were pieces he'd longed to have on Imladris' shelves. He paused, a finger running down the gold-etched title of a historical volume from Doriath. How many times had he wished to visit that realm, governed by one of the Ainur, as a child? Nevrast, and then Gondolin, had not been terrible realms, but they had not been magical to his young mind.
He heard the doors open and shut, heavy steps, confident steps making their way through the stacks. Erestor refused to turn around, because even after only a turn of the moon in the heavens, he knew Thranduil's footsteps. When they stopped behind him, he sighed.
"Such a lovely room," he murmured blandly. "Your doorstop collection, I take it?"
Thranduil shook his head, though Erestor could not see it. "Very amusing. We do occasionally read in this realm."
Erestor finally turned, his arms crossed, his expression infuriatingly neutral. "I have no doubt, provided the words are small."
Anger flared in Thranduil's eyes. "What, might I ask, crawled up your arse and died?"
"I merely want you to have no illusions about me," Erestor said, a dark eyebrow raised. "I will not be a notch on your bedpost."
"If I notched my bedpost each time, it would hardly support my weight," Thranduil replied, a smirk curving his lips.
Erestor's smile was cold, distant yet vicious. "All the more reason why I should not add one more, lest I tumble you upon your royal backside." He nodded respectfully to Thranduil and made his way from the stack, promising himself he would return at a later date to peruse the volumes without the pompous windbag hounding him.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Six
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: 307
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 Pawn to Queen 3 - Queen's Pawn to Queen 3
Mirkwood's main library was massive, occupying a central cavern. Erestor wandered through the stacks, fingers trailing along the shelves, over the spines of the various books. Some of the volumes, he noted, were pieces he'd longed to have on Imladris' shelves. He paused, a finger running down the gold-etched title of a historical volume from Doriath. How many times had he wished to visit that realm, governed by one of the Ainur, as a child? Nevrast, and then Gondolin, had not been terrible realms, but they had not been magical to his young mind.
He heard the doors open and shut, heavy steps, confident steps making their way through the stacks. Erestor refused to turn around, because even after only a turn of the moon in the heavens, he knew Thranduil's footsteps. When they stopped behind him, he sighed.
"Such a lovely room," he murmured blandly. "Your doorstop collection, I take it?"
Thranduil shook his head, though Erestor could not see it. "Very amusing. We do occasionally read in this realm."
Erestor finally turned, his arms crossed, his expression infuriatingly neutral. "I have no doubt, provided the words are small."
Anger flared in Thranduil's eyes. "What, might I ask, crawled up your arse and died?"
"I merely want you to have no illusions about me," Erestor said, a dark eyebrow raised. "I will not be a notch on your bedpost."
"If I notched my bedpost each time, it would hardly support my weight," Thranduil replied, a smirk curving his lips.
Erestor's smile was cold, distant yet vicious. "All the more reason why I should not add one more, lest I tumble you upon your royal backside." He nodded respectfully to Thranduil and made his way from the stack, promising himself he would return at a later date to peruse the volumes without the pompous windbag hounding him.
TBC...