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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,403
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.
Eight
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Eight
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: We 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: 313
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's Pawn to Queen's Knight Three (Pawn Takes Bishop) - Queen to King 2
Thranduil laughed softly to himself, allowing the parchment in his hand to flutter to the desktop. He called for his page, instructing him to bring Haldir to his office. His eyes read over the letter twice more before Haldir appeared.
"Yes, Sire?"
"I think it is time you returned to Lórien," Thranduil said as he stood. "It seems Celeborn needs his Captain."
Haldir's shoulders slumped a little. "I see."
"I have prepared an escort for you," Thranduil continued. A sly smile spread over his lips. "Master Lothvaen has been included in that escort, much to Lord Erestor's displeasure, but it was my understanding that you and Master Lothvaen have become quite close."
A sigh of relief escaped Haldir before he could stymie it. "Thank you, Sire."
"Go, Haldir. Take Lothvaen and leave Mirkwood." Thranduil sat down once more behind his desk. He would be rid of Lothvaen, who had ensured Erestor's days were full of endless meetings, but it was at the cost of Haldir. As Haldir left his office, Thranduil wondered who was behind Haldir's recall, because he could read between the lines of Celeborn's rushed missive.
Someone had instructed Celeborn to request Haldir's return, and the Lord of Lórien was not amused.
***
Celebrían sat across from Erestor, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Erestor..."
"My lady, I am handling it," Erestor firmly said.
"I am only asking that you please not antagonize our host," she said, her words soft, gentle as a summer's breeze. "Thranduil is like a wild animal, and one should never poke that wild animal with a stick. It only riles the animal further."
Erestor snorted. "My lady, I am hardly the one with the stick. Thranduil pursues what has been clearly deemed as unavailable. What more am I to do?"
"Please, Erestor," Celebrían insisted. "Simply ignore him."
"That is easier said than done," Erestor muttered.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Eight
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: We 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: 313
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 Bishop's Pawn to Queen's Knight Three (Pawn Takes Bishop) - Queen to King 2
Thranduil laughed softly to himself, allowing the parchment in his hand to flutter to the desktop. He called for his page, instructing him to bring Haldir to his office. His eyes read over the letter twice more before Haldir appeared.
"Yes, Sire?"
"I think it is time you returned to Lórien," Thranduil said as he stood. "It seems Celeborn needs his Captain."
Haldir's shoulders slumped a little. "I see."
"I have prepared an escort for you," Thranduil continued. A sly smile spread over his lips. "Master Lothvaen has been included in that escort, much to Lord Erestor's displeasure, but it was my understanding that you and Master Lothvaen have become quite close."
A sigh of relief escaped Haldir before he could stymie it. "Thank you, Sire."
"Go, Haldir. Take Lothvaen and leave Mirkwood." Thranduil sat down once more behind his desk. He would be rid of Lothvaen, who had ensured Erestor's days were full of endless meetings, but it was at the cost of Haldir. As Haldir left his office, Thranduil wondered who was behind Haldir's recall, because he could read between the lines of Celeborn's rushed missive.
Someone had instructed Celeborn to request Haldir's return, and the Lord of Lórien was not amused.
***
Celebrían sat across from Erestor, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Erestor..."
"My lady, I am handling it," Erestor firmly said.
"I am only asking that you please not antagonize our host," she said, her words soft, gentle as a summer's breeze. "Thranduil is like a wild animal, and one should never poke that wild animal with a stick. It only riles the animal further."
Erestor snorted. "My lady, I am hardly the one with the stick. Thranduil pursues what has been clearly deemed as unavailable. What more am I to do?"
"Please, Erestor," Celebrían insisted. "Simply ignore him."
"That is easier said than done," Erestor muttered.
TBC...