Elrond stood in front of the big frat house, staring up at it. It was huge; it was bigger than his house at home that was for sure. Papa Maglor would definitely want to know where they bought their sculptures on the front porch that was for sure. He let his eyes wander over the perfect white windows, the beautiful red brick, and how new everything seemed, even though the date on the building read 1823. Well this is it, time to face the music. You pissed him off and now you have to pay your dues. Taking a deep breath, Elrond made his way up the steps and slowly raised his finger to the doorbell. Steeling himself, he quickly pushed it and realized he had been holding it for a little too long because the door was thrown open and another pretty blonde boy was glaring down at him. "Sorry…nervous…um..I'm Elrond…I'm here to speak to Thranduil-"

"You must be his new piece of ass because I don't remember him saying anything about you."

Elrond stammered, unsure of how to correct that. "What-no-I-I was just-I mean-um-"

"You can come in."

Elrond bit his lip, shutting up quickly and stepping inside. The interior décor was beautiful and ornate and he began to wonder if they really did throw parties here. If they did, the cleaning service was excellent. "Um-"

"He's upstairs. Go up that staircase and take a right, his door is the one on the very end."

"….thanks…um…."

"Legolas, not that that concerns you any."

"Legolas. Thanks." He smiled and then began to make his way up the stairs. The bannister was perfectly smooth and the pictures on the wall showed previous pledge classes of Zeta Phi; all beautiful and perfect looking as if they had all been cut right out of a magazine. Long hair, blonde, dark haired, blue eyes, perfect noses, smirk-y smiles. They were all the same, like they had been made from the same mold. The doors were dark wood and rather ornate, for just fraternity bedroom doors. The one on the end was a double door, which meant it probably led to a rather large room; what one person needed a bedroom that large was beyond his imagination.

Taking a deep breath once more, he knocked a little timidly. He was almost hoping there would be no answer but he could hear movement behind the door. His heart was pounding in his chest, making his stomach twist into knots. He had no idea why he was so nervous; he could almost hear Elros laughing at him because of his timidity. The door was opened and he quickly took a step back, startled; Thranduil stood there and he was smiling and he did not like the look of that.

"Good, you're here."

"Well…you told me to be, so-" He cut off when Thranduil yanked him into the room and shut the door again. He almost squeaked but bit his tongue instead, not wanting to sound small and childish. It was bad enough he could almost feel his heart about to pound right out of his chest and there was a nausea filling his stomach.

"Yeah, I told you yesterday to be at the party but you didn't listen then. I figured I would have to go and kidnap you." Thranduil sat down in a chair and motioned for Elrond to do the same. "Look, I actually wanted to apologize for yelling at you earlier. I realized that I had made a mistake in snapping at you when you could be such a wonderful addition to our fraternity members."

Elrond blinked, shocked all the way to his core. A fraternity member? Him? And at this fraternity, with its perfect house and its perfectly beautiful members? "I-"

"You've already passed my beautiful test, so you're good there. All you have to do is come to the first meeting tonight and you will be set to be initiated in…if you can pass all of the tests that is….but I'm sure that won't be a problem for you."

"I don't really like…I mean…I'm not really a fraternity type of guy-I never party, I don't do anything interesting…. My brother is more of the…party type…"

Thranduil rolled his eyes. "Nonsense! I want you to join our brotherhood, Elrond. And I always get what I want." He said it so matter-of-factly that Elrond had no doubt that he was speaking the truth. "The meeting is tonight at nine o'clock at the house."

"But really I'm not-"

Thranduil glared at him, crossing his arms. "I am extending another invitation at you. Don't make me regret it…peasant."

Elrond wanted to punch him in the face…but he had no upper body strength. "Fine, I'll be here at nine."

"Perfect! That was all I needed, so you can leave now."

"…..yeah sure." Elrond rolled his eyes when Thranduil turned away and stood, leaving the house behind. Why had he promised to go back there? He was so stupid. He angrily kicked a piece of hardened snow, watching it roll down the sidewalk. Of course, Maglor would only hear that he had made a "friend" and would be over the moon with joy. Maedhros would tell him to keep up his guard but to also be willing to open up without his twin by his side. He was so lost in his thoughts that he almost did not realize that his phone was ringing; glancing at the screen he saw that it was Papa Maglor. "Hello?"

"Elrond! How were your first few days?"

He could practically hear the smile on Maglor's face. "Not too bad Papa….how is Father?"

"Oh Maedhros is-I SAID NOT IN THE KITCHEN! ….NO YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME! PUT IT IN THE LIVING-YES THE LIVING ROOM-Maedhros is cursing about a new bookshelf I ordered-excuse me just one moment." Elrond groaned inwardly when he heard the phone be placed down but that did nothing to block out what was happening at the house. "WHY WOULD I WANT IT IN THE KITCHEN?!...THERE IS TOO ROOM IN THERE. YES THERE IS….YES THERE IS. DON'T ARGUE WITH ME-YOU ALWAYS YELL AT ME, STOP YELLING AT ME-…..I'm sorry too…I didn't mean to…you know I miss the boys..and...I'm sorry!"

Elrond pulled the phone from his ear when he heard Maglor crying and then Maedhros comforting him and then there would probably be kissing and other things that he did not want to hear his parents doing. "….Dad…Dad?!" Finally the phone began to rustle and a out-of-breath Maglor answered. "Dad what is going on?"

"…sorry…stop it Maedh-" Maglor squealed and giggled. "You naughty thing you-forgive me, Elrond I did not mean to detract from our conversation. As I was saying, your father is doing fine…as am I. Thank you for asking, Sweetheart. I just heard from your brother, he is doing well at that college in California. He told me to tell you that-and I quote-"are missing out on this fantastic weather. How is the snow, little brother?" End quote."

Elrond rolled his eyes. Leave it to Elros to brag about weather when there were other important things going about in the world. "I'll call him later, Dad."

"Have you made any new friends?"

"Not really."

The pout in Maglor's voice was so obvious that it made Elrond flinched a little. "You will soon, don't you worry, Honey. Don't you worry at all-Maedhr-I have to go, your father is being very naughty-!"

"Dad-" Elrond cut off when the dial tone answered him. "….love you too." Shoving his phone back in his pocket, Elrond continued his walk back to his room where he could warm himself in front of the heater. He just hoped that his roommate wasn't in; they weren't exactly going to be best friends any time soon and he hated the way he just went on and on and on about his stupid girlfriend. Some dirty-haired guy who thought being a rock star was in his future. Aragorn son of Arathorn, he was such a joke; Elrond had no idea how he had even gotten into the university to being with.

Opening his door, he peered inside and was relieved to find himself alone. Hopefully Aragorn was at his girlfriend's room, having sex in there and would not be back here anytime soon. He had five hours before he had to go back to the frat house to sit on that stupid meeting. He sighed; he had no desire to be a part of a fraternity but he also did not need Thranduil making his life harder than it needed to be. Running a hand over his face, he pulled out his phone again and texted Elros: I miss you.

Which was true, he truly ached for his twin. He and Elros had always been together and now they were on opposite ends of the country and he was not sure how to handle it. Of course, Elros would be adjusting perfectly away from him and their parents because Elros had always been a free-spirit; he had been the confident one and the one who had always known what he wanted from life, and he took it. He stared at his phone, willing Elros to text him back but nothing came and he angrily flopped on his bed. Sleep was pulling at him and he just barely made an alarm for a half hour before nine before he slid under.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE-

Elrond almost threw his phone across the room as he tried to figure out how to shut his alarm off. Sleep still tugged at his eyes and clouded his mind, so he tried to shake it off but it was not until he pried himself from his warm bed that he was able to function more normally. He had thirty minutes to wake up and get himself to the meeting; it took at least ten minutes to walk to the house, so that left him twenty minutes to actually prepare himself. Aragorn was still not back, which made him feel less tense about changing into something presentable; he hated changing in front of people he barely knew.

His mind was wandering to what he should wear to the meeting; he had no idea what type of meeting this even was. He did not know if it was casual or formal but he did know that Thranduil had expensive taste so he most likely expected all of his flunkies to have the same taste. Not that he wanted to be Thranduil's flunky, because he didn't. But he also did not want Thranduil making his life a living hell as he had promised that he would do. I always get what I want. He shuddered, trying to not be convinced about that statement but he had a feeling that it was very true. He ended up deciding on a nice a pair of jeans and a red sweater; it was satisfactory enough.

Running a brush through his long hair, he even spritzed on a bit of cologne and then began to wonder why he was putting so much effort into this. It wasn't like he wanted to impress Thranduil…did he? Biting his lip, he began to wonder what Thranduil's body would look like without anything on; he was probably firm and muscles in all of the right places….He quickly shook his head, banishing the dirty thoughts forming in his mind's eye. Thranduil was older than him by at least three years, and he did not think that he would want to have a freshman. Not even after what Legolas had said about being his 'new piece of ass', there was no way he would want him. Not with all of the man-candy living all around him. He felt a sigh leave him and then he was on his way to most likely meet his inevitable doom.

"I suppose you're all wondering why I have gathered you here on this extremely fucking cold evening…tearing you away from your boring lives and giving you something better to do. I have brought you here into my domain because it is time that you peasants start to prove yourselves worthy of this brotherhood. If you come to be one of those brothers, then you are the finest of the fine, my friends. The best of the best. So, for your first test ladies, you will be required to go on a fun little scavenger hunt. Legolas has the lists and the first one back with get a very special treat from Yours Truly." He smiled and it made Elrond's skin crawl.

Elrond slowly took a list from Legolas and began to read it and a frown quickly formed on his face.

You Must Find and Bring Back the Following Items:

1. Ladies' Panties – the sexier the better

2. An alcoholic product

3. A crown – the best crown will be worn by your Overlord

4. Sunglasses

5. Porn

6. A single ripped page from a library book.

Elrond rolled his eyes at the list, it was completely ridiculous, especially the last request; why anyone would want a ripped page from a library book was beyond him. However, he only expected the requests to become more and more obscene, as well as dangerous and probably against the law. Thranduil dismissed them and the others around him scrambled out the door, wanting to be the first to finish. Elrond did not want to pop their bubbles and remind them that none of them, including himself, had any way to produce an alcoholic product since they were all under twenty-one.

This whole scavenger hunt was stupid and he had no desire to complete it but he found himself walking towards the convenience store up at the corner. By the time he got there, there were already other hopeful pledges looking through the list and hoping to find their items here. He scanned the room, looking for sunglasses before finally finding a rack of them. He had a gut feeling that everything on this list was for Thranduil to keep so he picked out the most ugly and ridiculous looking sunglasses he could find on the rack. The next thing he grabbed was rubbing alcohol, since the list said alcoholic product and this would not break the rules or put him in jail. He quietly scratched them both off of the list and frowned at number five.

Porn.

Where was he going to find porn in this town? There weren't any adults stores around and besides, he had no desire to go into one of them to buy such a product anyhow. That and he knew that his parents would be furious as well as curious to know why he had done such a thing. So he settled on picking up a magazine that had pictures of delicious looking food in it. It was definitely pornographic but in a different sense of the term. The clerk didn't even give him an odd look when he laid all of the items on the counter; he had a feeling this was a recycled list that Thranduil used every year. How uncreative.

He ticked off over half of the list and was thinking on where to buy ladies' undergarments in town; there were plenty of small shops around but he wasn't sure if he should be going into them to buy ladies under things. It wasn't exactly how he wanted to make an impression on places that he may or may not be visiting in the future. He ended up stopping by the local CVS; they would have underwear in there. They probably wouldn't be sexy but he didn't really care, he just wanted to get this stupid night over with so he could return to his bed. Besides, he didn't really want to win because he didn't want to know what special one-on-one time Thranduil had planned for the winner. Probably doing something both illegal and disgusting.

He grabbed a pair of black panties and began to look around for something that could suit as a crown. In the toys section he found a princess crown that was pink and had ugly fake jewels set into the cheap plastic; he had to smirk at it because Thranduil would probably scowl at him for presenting such a hideous object but it was good enough for him. The only thing he needed now was that ripped page from a library book. The library was closed by now and he wasn't actually going to rip a page from a library book; the fact that Thranduil could even suggest such a thing was truly heinous in his mind. So he settled on going back to his room and pulling out a book he had never liked or wanted and ripped a random page from it. Thranduil would never know where he actually found the page and the book was so old that it was falling apart anyways.

Elrond shoved his items in one plastic bag and hurried back to the house; it was freezing outside and he just wanted to be warm again. He didn't even bother knocking this time; he just let himself in, knocking the snow off of his shoes on the outside stoop first. Thranduil was lounging on a couch with Legolas by his side when he came in. When he entered the room, Thranduil sat up, that creepy smile back on his face.

"I knew you would finish first," he said, standing to take the bag from him. As Thranduil removed each item one by one, his facial expression remained the same; blank, as if he was unsure of how to feel about the contents of the bag. He slowly met Elrond's eyes, frowning slightly and Elrond had a moment of hope that he would not be asked to try and pledge. But then, a new smile filled his features and he clapped his back hard, almost knocking him down. "You are clever and I like that. I like that a lot and you are our new winner. Perfect."

Elrond almost groaned out loud but he bit his tongue to stop himself. He watched Thranduil put the sunglasses on and then the ugly tiara, tossing the food magazine to Legolas to look through. "Come with me." It sounded like a purr and Elrond had no idea what was in store for him but he hoped it wasn't anything sexual…or maybe he did…he wasn't really sure anymore. Needless to say he followed Thranduil up the stairs and into his bedroom again. "You're handsome…smart….rich…..snarky. What isn't there to like about you? Hm?"

Elrond shrugged. "I don't know."

Thranduil grinned, sitting on his bed. "So, I bet you're wondering what I had planned tonight for the winner, aren't you?"

Elrond shrugged again, toeing the ground. "Maybe."

"Why did you want it to be something specific?"

"No."

"What if I told you the winner gets to play a game with me."

"What kind of game?"

"The game where we lie on my bed and make out until we're both so horny we can't stand it anymore and we have glorious sex."

Elrond looked up at him, his jaw going slack. "…wh-"

Laughter burst from his throat and he almost fell off of his bed from the force of it all. "You should have seen your face," he choked out. "You actually think I'd have sex with one of those other losers? I don't think so." The laughter died away and he took a deep breath. "But with you however, I'd be happy to make your night fantastic."

Elrond felt a blush forming and filling his face, spanning all the way down to his chest. "That's okay, I'd rather not-"

"Liar. I know you want to. You want to have sex with me…don't you?"

"N-no!"

Thranduil stood and walked up to him slowly, standing so close their groins almost touched. He placed a finger under Elrond's chin, lifting it up. "Yes you do," he whispered, slowly bending a little to kiss him, gently easing his mouth open with his tongue. Elrond froze on the spot, not sure what to do; he had never been kissed before, let alone by someone as good looking as Thranduil. The kiss felt like Thrandiul was trying to lick him from the inside out, or he was trying to figure out what he had for dinner, he wasn't really sure which one it was. By the time it ended, he realized he was so hard it hurt and he let out a slight whimper when Thranduil pulled away.

"…Don't stop…please."

The smile on Thranduil's face this time was not as creepy and it didn't make his skin crawl. It did however make his groin ache and when Thranduil pulled him so tight against him, he realized Thranduil was just as hard as he was. He felt their pelvises grinding into each other and if he had not had his mouth being stormed by Thranduil's tongue, he would have gasped out loud. Instead, he moaned and that only encouraged Thranduil more. It took him a good five minutes to realize that they had moved from the middle of the room to the bed and now they both did not have any shirts on and their skin was so hot, pressing into each other, it made his hips buck involuntarily.

"Do you want me to stop now?"

Elrond shook his head, wanting to reach down his own waistband to take care of himself. But he did not have to want for long because Thranduil had moved onto his jeans and was eagerly removing them, pulling them off of his hips and down along his thighs. He could see the small stain on his underwear, causing him to blush again, this time down to his navel.

"Mmmmm…I like that blush, it's so pretty on you." Thranduil slid his hand along his groin slowly, kneading him here and there, making Elrond whimper and roll his hips. Long, agile fingers slowly slid his underwear down as well, taking a look at what the young man had to offer; he liked what he saw. "Oh yes, you'll do so nicely." Before Elrond could protest, he grasped him in one hand and slid his mouth down on him, sucking hard fast; he bobbed his head, moaning to cause hard vibrations to run up his shaft. Elrond's gasps and moans only pushed him further, drawing him in deeper; it was not long before the prized cum filled his mouth and he drank it like it was candy. It was even sweet, which he liked even more.

Elrond lay on the bed, panting and trembling; he had never had an orgasm like that and it had been so good that he didn't know if he could ever achieve such a thrill on his own ever again. He was embarrassed that it had happened so quickly but Thranduil did not seem to mind. Those soft hands were still working him, making him hard again and he slowly sat up a little, looking down at him. He met Thranduil's eyes and was immediately drawn in to how beautiful they were; he had not noticed before but they were a beautiful shade of blue and inside he could see flecks of yellow. They were so subtle and they made him even more breathtaking than before.

"Do you want my cock, Elrond?"

He could feel himself nodding even though his whole entire brain was numb and soon he had his mouth on Thranduil's cock, sucking at it clumsily. He had never given a blowjob before. To be honest he had just started masturbating over the summer, he was extremely new to the sex world. But he sucked and licked, listening to the soft moans for when they changed to something more pleasing or displeasing. He could feel Thranduil's heart beating and it was so fast, he feared he would have a heart attack but that did not stop him. He only stopped when Thranduil cried out loudly and he felt the sticky liquid spill down his throat and he gagged, pulling back; he tried to swallow it but some of it was still hanging there, between his mouth and the still hard cock in his face.

"With practice you will make an excellent Blow Queen." The way he said it made it sound like praise and that pleased Elrond, despite him not really understanding why. Thranduil gently ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his head back, so Elrond had to look up at him. "You're so perfect, I love it."

Elrond blushed again, wishing he could look away but he couldn't. "…thank you."

"You're welcome. Now clean yourself up and get dressed. You've had your special reward, it's time for you to go home now little peasant. Your Overlord tires of you now."

Elrond almost flinched but he steeled himself from it. During the middle of the sexual acts he had figured that Thranduil would want him to stick around and he would sleep in his bed tonight instead of his own but he was being dismissed like the good slut he was. He swallowed hard, shoving the cum down his throat, feeling sick to his stomach. He pulled his clothing back on and he practically ran down the stairs to flee the house. He had not realized that he had left his coat behind until he was lying in his own bed, crying silent tears.