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-Multi-Age › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
4,379
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.
One
Title: Control
Series: Entropy
Chapter: One
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. I make no money from fanfiction.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 361
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.
"This cannot be all that there is to life, because in our confrontation with an enormous and cold universe, there's something comical to the idea that we can really impose our will on humanity... power corrupts."
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King's Pawn to King 4 - King's Pawn to King 4
His eyes subtly followed the dark-haired Noldo, as they had done for the last three weeks. Erestor paused at one of the desks in the council room, the soft tones of his voice carrying to the king's ears. He'd heard of Erestor, traded letters and treaties with Elrond's advisor, but he had yet to formally meet the Elf. This excursion of Elrond's into Mirkwood to discuss Dol Guldur had been an annoyance at first, so many from Imladris wandering his halls, but since his eyes had lighted on Erestor...
Cool and detached, that was how he would describe the councillor. Thranduil wanted to know if heat hid under the carefully maintained mask of control Erestor wore. He hoped the Noldo was fire and ice, both extremes hidden behind a calculating, glittering grey gaze. However, every attempt he had made to come close had been interrupted by some state affair or personal crisis. It was grating on Thranduil's nerves, the constant stream of interference. While he was a patient Elf, he also knew what he wanted.
And he always took what he wanted.
At the moment, what he wanted was Erestor.
As the council room emptied, leaving only Mirkwood's king and Imladris' chief advisor, Thranduil took his opportunity. He approached Erestor, casual and self-assured, and watched as the Noldo stowed the myriad of parchments and maps.
"Lord Erestor?"
"Yes, Sire?" Erestor replied, his tone sounding almost bored.
Thranduil frowned at the tone taken with him. It was not a tone he was used to having directed at him... though he'd often affected it when speaking to others. "I was wondering if I might request your company this evening? Perhaps for a game of Merels?"
Erestor righted himself, his eyes containing no warmth or welcome as he met the king's gaze unflinchingly. "Regretfully, Sire," he said, though there was no trace of regret in the words, "I have a previous engagement with my lord and lady."
"Perhaps another time?" Thranduil countered.
A humouring smile crossed Erestor's lips. "Of course, Sire. Another time. If you will excuse me." Erestor bowed his head respectfully, and left the rebuffed king alone in the council room.
TBC...
Series: Entropy
Chapter: One
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. I make no money from fanfiction.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 361
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.
"This cannot be all that there is to life, because in our confrontation with an enormous and cold universe, there's something comical to the idea that we can really impose our will on humanity... power corrupts."
---
King's Pawn to King 4 - King's Pawn to King 4
His eyes subtly followed the dark-haired Noldo, as they had done for the last three weeks. Erestor paused at one of the desks in the council room, the soft tones of his voice carrying to the king's ears. He'd heard of Erestor, traded letters and treaties with Elrond's advisor, but he had yet to formally meet the Elf. This excursion of Elrond's into Mirkwood to discuss Dol Guldur had been an annoyance at first, so many from Imladris wandering his halls, but since his eyes had lighted on Erestor...
Cool and detached, that was how he would describe the councillor. Thranduil wanted to know if heat hid under the carefully maintained mask of control Erestor wore. He hoped the Noldo was fire and ice, both extremes hidden behind a calculating, glittering grey gaze. However, every attempt he had made to come close had been interrupted by some state affair or personal crisis. It was grating on Thranduil's nerves, the constant stream of interference. While he was a patient Elf, he also knew what he wanted.
And he always took what he wanted.
At the moment, what he wanted was Erestor.
As the council room emptied, leaving only Mirkwood's king and Imladris' chief advisor, Thranduil took his opportunity. He approached Erestor, casual and self-assured, and watched as the Noldo stowed the myriad of parchments and maps.
"Lord Erestor?"
"Yes, Sire?" Erestor replied, his tone sounding almost bored.
Thranduil frowned at the tone taken with him. It was not a tone he was used to having directed at him... though he'd often affected it when speaking to others. "I was wondering if I might request your company this evening? Perhaps for a game of Merels?"
Erestor righted himself, his eyes containing no warmth or welcome as he met the king's gaze unflinchingly. "Regretfully, Sire," he said, though there was no trace of regret in the words, "I have a previous engagement with my lord and lady."
"Perhaps another time?" Thranduil countered.
A humouring smile crossed Erestor's lips. "Of course, Sire. Another time. If you will excuse me." Erestor bowed his head respectfully, and left the rebuffed king alone in the council room.
TBC...