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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,404
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.
Nine
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Nine
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: 451
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 Rook to King 1 - Queen's Knight to Queen 1
His footsteps were silent. He walked the halls from his king's chambers to his own, his mind lost in thought. Cilith could not understand what in the name of Arda had possessed Thranduil to hunt Erestor as he was. Erestor, in Cilith's opinion, was one of the least desirable Elves to have walked the earth.
Erestor was beautiful, he had to admit that, but that beauty was cold. His beauty reminded him more of snow, beautiful and deadly if not navigated wisely. You certainly would not bury yourself in snow, lest various bits of your body would fall off! He was certain it would be no different to take Erestor as a lover. One would have to worry about the safety of their body when they slept around that one.
It was madness. Thranduil was all feral fire, and Erestor was detached iciness. There were many other Elves who would make better matches for Thranduil. His king should abandon his plans to possess Lord Elrond's councillor, because Cilith feared that possessing Erestor would cost far more than Thranduil was willing to pay.
He opened the door to his chambers, a smiling curving his lips. His mate was bathed in orange firelight, nude and inviting. "Anion," he breathed, already unlacing his tunic.
Anion's eyes danced in the flickering light. "I was about to lose all hope."
"Never lose hope," Cilith purred, crawling onto the bed. "Never." He tossed Anion's book to the floor and pressed his lips to his spouse's, forgetting Thranduil, Erestor, and, when Anion's tongue wrapped around his, even his own name.
***
Claurion gripped his sword tightly, his heart hammering as he approached Elladan. A week of these spars had begun to take their toll on him. He was a councillor, not a warrior, and Elladan was by far the better swordsman. The bruises and aching muscles were almost unbearable!
But, his king had ordered him to distract Elladan, and he never disobeyed Thranduil. It was unwise to ignore a command from the Elvenking, not that any in Mirkwood *wanted* to displease the king. Thranduil inspired obedience and admiration, and every Elf Claurion had ever known had sought to make Thranduil smile.
That was, until he met Erestor and the Peredhel twins.
"Lord Elladan?" He smiled, though he knew the expression was strained. "Have you no partner today?"
Elladan's annoyance was clear to be read by any. "Lord Claurion. No, I have no partner at the moment. However, I was just about to take my leave. My father has need of my council this day." He bowed before leaving the practice ring.
Claurion sighed, relieved, and quickly went to his own chambers, free of any new aches or pains.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: Nine
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: 451
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 Rook to King 1 - Queen's Knight to Queen 1
His footsteps were silent. He walked the halls from his king's chambers to his own, his mind lost in thought. Cilith could not understand what in the name of Arda had possessed Thranduil to hunt Erestor as he was. Erestor, in Cilith's opinion, was one of the least desirable Elves to have walked the earth.
Erestor was beautiful, he had to admit that, but that beauty was cold. His beauty reminded him more of snow, beautiful and deadly if not navigated wisely. You certainly would not bury yourself in snow, lest various bits of your body would fall off! He was certain it would be no different to take Erestor as a lover. One would have to worry about the safety of their body when they slept around that one.
It was madness. Thranduil was all feral fire, and Erestor was detached iciness. There were many other Elves who would make better matches for Thranduil. His king should abandon his plans to possess Lord Elrond's councillor, because Cilith feared that possessing Erestor would cost far more than Thranduil was willing to pay.
He opened the door to his chambers, a smiling curving his lips. His mate was bathed in orange firelight, nude and inviting. "Anion," he breathed, already unlacing his tunic.
Anion's eyes danced in the flickering light. "I was about to lose all hope."
"Never lose hope," Cilith purred, crawling onto the bed. "Never." He tossed Anion's book to the floor and pressed his lips to his spouse's, forgetting Thranduil, Erestor, and, when Anion's tongue wrapped around his, even his own name.
***
Claurion gripped his sword tightly, his heart hammering as he approached Elladan. A week of these spars had begun to take their toll on him. He was a councillor, not a warrior, and Elladan was by far the better swordsman. The bruises and aching muscles were almost unbearable!
But, his king had ordered him to distract Elladan, and he never disobeyed Thranduil. It was unwise to ignore a command from the Elvenking, not that any in Mirkwood *wanted* to displease the king. Thranduil inspired obedience and admiration, and every Elf Claurion had ever known had sought to make Thranduil smile.
That was, until he met Erestor and the Peredhel twins.
"Lord Elladan?" He smiled, though he knew the expression was strained. "Have you no partner today?"
Elladan's annoyance was clear to be read by any. "Lord Claurion. No, I have no partner at the moment. However, I was just about to take my leave. My father has need of my council this day." He bowed before leaving the practice ring.
Claurion sighed, relieved, and quickly went to his own chambers, free of any new aches or pains.
TBC...