Control

Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Seven
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: 407
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 Bishop to King's Knight 5 - King's Bishop to Queen's Bishop 6 (Bishop Takes Knight)

Hebron walked swiftly down the halls, eyes darting back and forth at various Elves he passed. He would nod when greeted, but he was intent on his purpose. Rounding a third corner, he stopped short. "Lord Elrohir," he gasped, staring up into stern, grey eyes.

"Lord Hebron," Elrohir replied. "I see you are on your way to Lord Erestor's offices here. He is presently otherwise occupied and unable to receive visitors. Perhaps I can be of assistance?" His brother had warned him to stay close to Erestor when he or Glorfindel were unable. Thranduil, it seemed, was relentless in his pursuit.

"I have a message for Lord Erestor," Hebron insisted. "I was instructed to deliver to Lord Erestor, no one else."

Elrohir smiled, the expression razor-sharp. "Forgive me, but I will not interrupt Lord Erestor's meeting with King Thranduil's Seneschal. If you do not wish to give the message to me, so that I can then deliver it to Lord Erestor when his meeting is complete, then I will ensure that Lord Erestor will locate you when he has a moment's time."

Hebron fidgeted with his robes, frowning. He could press, he could force his way past Elrohir, but the look in the Peredhel's eyes warned him to think better of it. "Very well," he murmured. "I will be in my offices when Lord Erestor is free."

"I will be certain to inform him of that," Elrohir said, stepping away from Hebron.

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"Do... do you... ah!... usually do this?"

Haldir laughed, the sound rich and breathless. He leaned over the sweat-slicked back of his partner. "Not... usually. But, you were too much of a temptation."

"Temptation?" Lothvaen arched when Haldir licked down his spine before the Silvan resumed thrusting forcefully into his body. He moaned, allowing his head to fall forward and rest on his folded arms, his sex pulsing eagerly between his legs. "I... am hardly a... temptation."

"Oh, but you are," Haldir breathed. "Your eyes... are so unusual..." He ran his hands up and down Lothvaen's back, cupped his hips, and moaned as he thrust deeply. "I have never met a Noldo... with hair like a raven's wing... and eyes like plums."

Lothvaen whimpered, the thickness within him delicious. "Now... now you have."

Haldir wrapped one hand around Lothvaen's shaft and tangled the other in the dark hair, delighting in the lustful cry of his lover. "Aye, and tasted the sweetness of his body."

TBC...