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The Slave Auction Meme

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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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Luckily, the good relationships outnumber the bad. Even counting your brothers and not just Fëanor. I fear none other than Kano would dare show softness now. And he is mostly sad these days when he is not pretending to be our jester to tease us.

Yes. And you are safe here. It would take all of the armies of Angband to break my army and find us. More came while you were sleeping. We are quite safe.

I am certainly very thankful for that. I don't think I would have survived mediating any more bad relationships than I did. No. There's not much softness left in them now, at least none they are willing to show. I worry for him, at times.

Safe. [He contemplates that almost foreign concept for a while. It is hard to believe but it does not feel false. Feels like it is as true as it can be in this place where perfect safety does not truly exist.] Yes. I am always safest with you, I think. I must have slept quite deeply then for I did not notice. [It is... strangely relieving to realize he slept so soundly. He has not slept deeply enough to miss something like that for quite some time.]

I worry for them too. Despite everything they are my cousins and your brothers.

I sang to you softly and wrapped you safely within my fëa, to help beat back any nightmares. You seemed at peace. A little thing like the quiet growing of an elven encampment wasn't going to bother you.

Despite all the trouble they've caused we still love them. Wise or not that is the truth of it. Besides... they are absolutely useless at caring for themselves. Pretty hard not to worry about them when they constantly get themselves into trouble.

I thought I felt your warmth and light in my dreams. Chasing away the shadows. It always feels strange for me when I sleep well enough to miss anything going on around me, but it is a strangeness I would not mind growing used to.

We do. Unlike some of them, I think we are incapable of not loving them regardless of what we get in return. They are quite useless at it, yes.

Even when I sneak away to cold, old Himring more often than not you found yourself dozing through everything. You know that you can with me.

That is so. I find myself entirely incapable of hold anything but love for anyone I've held in my arms as a babe. Even when they bring me grief. Somtimes I wonder if they have any sense of self-perservation at all... or if they just have some sort of delusion of invulnerability.

Your presence always do put my mind and spirit at ease the way nothing else can. I always know I am safe with you.

I quite enjoyed when the younger ones were babes. [They had loved him then, briefly, before their father's opinion had managed to get past their own.] I think they do not care. They are already against the Valar and even your father died. They assume, as you have done many times, that the halls or other places dead elves go is their destiny. [He kisses his hair softly. Fingon knows better than anyone Maedhros's darknesses.]

As safe as anyone can be, at least. I fear I could not outdo father if Morgoth came knocking. I would try though.

They were such sweet babes. [He says wistfully. They had all been rather sweet babes in his opinion, but he could admit he was rather biased when it came to his little brothers. He'd been sad to see them shed so much of that sweetness when they grew to manhood.] Ai. It does grieve me to think they share such dark thoughts with me, though I see now that is likely the truth of it.

Aye, and that is safe enough. You'd not be alone, I'd stand with you. [He would... and he'd likely slit both their throats if it started to look like they might be taken alive in such an event as well. There's little he would not do to spare Fingon having to see the depravity inside of Angband, especially when it rulers held such a grudge against him for stealing their prize prisoner.]

They really were. If I stood there for too long your mother just handed them to me, I suppose hoping for a better result than she'd had before. [And like Maedhros, Fingon loved babies. He was an excellent big brother and treated his cousins no differently.] I will continue to pray that it is not. I yet have hope for all of us.

I know. I do not fear ever being alone on any battlefield you can reach. Which will be all of them since I am kidnapping you. [He kisses his hair softly.]

So tiny and always so happy to be held in strong arms. She likely wished to have her hands free when she needed to wrangle her older sons into behaving themselves. [It hadn't been easy for his mother, having so many unruly children.] It is hard sometimes to have hope, but it always feel more plausible when I am with you.

Is it kidnapping if I am a willing participant in it? [He asks amusedly.] Still, I do not mind being kidnapped by you in any case. Gives me an excuse for when my brothers need me to solve their problems for them.

As if you ever behaved yourselves. [he teases.] Ahh though, imagine getting Caranthir to admit he used to sit in my lap and stare at the ribbons in my hair like they were a marvel. Or the twins who thought they were for chewing. Or how when they were big enough to not get hurt I used to put them on my shoulders and go running with them so they felt like they were flying, just like I did with my own siblings.

If we ask your brothers, absolutely. As you know I am a great big thief. Crowns, kings, what ever will I steal next?

True. Both mother did make a good effort of trying to civilize us anyways. [He chuckles.] Getting Caranthir to admit he's ever been anything but a miserly, penny-pinching grump is about as easy a task as pulling teeth. I think he thinks it ruins his reputation. As for the twins... depends on how long it's been since they saw Tyelko. They have always been a bit too star-struck when it comes to him, it makes them take on some of his less than admirable characteristics sometimes.

Let's just hope they don't attempt to besiege us to steal me back. I'd like to have a nice, long convalescence if I can and I'm afraid their antics would be terribly counterprodoctive.

I still think he took to money far too well. It was like the dwarves invented it for him, specifically. [He wrinkles his nose at the thought. There had never been any of that in Aman, only trade and more often gifts.] He bit right through one of my ribbons once when he was teething. Mama laughed for two weeks straight about it as she mended it for me. Said I was lucky he didn't take the whole braid. Tyelko has that effect on people, sometimes even on my own sister. He could have rolled up and said they were going to rob Tulkas and he would have gotten volunteers.

I think Maglor will stop them if they try. He is tired of all the games now and he is running out of quality harps to throw at them.

He took to it like a fish to water and now it's impossible to drag him away from what he sees as his true calling in life. [It was wierd but, hey, it kept him out of trouble most of the time so Maedhros wasn't complaining.] He always did like shiny things. [He sighs.] Tyelko did inherrit quite a bit of fathers charisma, unfortunately, and he's never quite bothered to keep himself from misusing it. [As what he and Curvo had done in Nargothrond had proved quite spectacularly.]

Unless they hogtie him and bring him along despite his protests. Of course he could just Sing them to sleep and lock them in the wine cellar until they cool down again. [Both are very real possibilities when it comes to his brothers.]

If he were of a mind he could fund all of us and still be rolling in gold by himself. It is as though it springs out of the earth to meet him. [But of the brother's concerning traits, Caranthir's was actually not that concerning.] He did. And all that time he spent with Orome went quite to his head as well. Pity.

True, that is always an option. I think the latter is more likely though. His voice is quicker than their hands.

Undoubtedly so, and he's kind enough to fund our family at least. Though, that might just be because he knows as head of house I could order him to do so should I have a mind to do so. [Caranthir was fine as long as you kept him well away from Arafinwë's brood, he'd taken an incredible dislike to them for some reason or another. A bit grumpy, but fine. Put him across one of their blonde cousins, though, and he turned into a snarling wild cat.] I do wish he'd gained a bit of humility over the years, but... alas, it was not to be.

He is more canny than the rest of them give him credit for. It's like they've forgotten the Gap was not that much easier to hold than Himring was and that there was a reason I wanted him to hold it. [Maglor was not as soft as people sometimes thought he was. He just prefered to be nice when he could afford it.]

Last time I saw him he threw a bag of money at my head and I'm not even sure why. It could have been an assassination attempt, or his idea of being friendly. [It was a heavy bag! Grumpy old thing also helped Fingon, occasionally, if his brothers weren't looking. Fingon would bring him something shiny and Caranthir would help him mend or remake whatever it was he needed, often some part of his armour or sword. They did it in silence, usually, the sound of the fire crackling in the forge and the hammering of tools the only sound to keep them company.] We would have to assume him taken over by the enemy if he was suddenly humble. That is not our little terror, though we may wish it were.

I think it is because he will openly weep. They think him soft for it, but he has never been weak. I do miss him though. I did not often get to go that far and visit him and we used to be so close.

...I feel like I should be more surprised by that than I am but that certainly does sound exactly like something he'd do. [It was more than likely some kind of thank you for something Fingon might not even be aware he did that in one way or another worked out in Caranthir's favor. He could be like that when he felt indebted to someone. He didn't mean anything bad with it, he just wasn't that great with people. He did appreciate people that could share his space in silence, though, so those quiet moments Fingon had shared with him when he helped him had likely earned his taciturn brothers approval.] It would be bizare enough to cause some worry, yes.

More fools them. There's more than one reason he's been my right hand in the east and it's not just because he's the next oldest. He can be a ruthless bastard when he needs to, he's just smart enough to know he does not always need to be so.

Money is his favourite thing so it is hard to be surprised when he does anything with it. [It was a little funny that the son who carried most of Fëanor's skill was the one willing to quietly work with his cousin, at least some of the time. But Fingon was good at moulding himself to the situation. He knew with Caranthir if they were alone it was almost always safe to ride up and see him and ask for help. He might grump or even gloat but he would not refuse the work and Fingon always compensated him for his time and effort.

And it was nice, if he thought about it, to sit in a forge and watch a master work when he had so rarely been allowed in Fëanor's space. He thinks sometimes that Caranthir allows it simply because Fingon truly appreciates his skill. Or maybe he doesn't want even a cousin that his father hated to die because a sword was forged by a lesser smith. He tried not to question these things.]

He can. As he has repented to me many times he was not exactly slow to follow your fathers orders. And he has always known how to cut right to the heart.

He is incredibly fond of anything that has to do with finances. [His poor brother appreciated anyone paying some attention to him. Having been a bit lost in the crowd as the middle child. No matter how grumpy he may act Maedhros knew he always liked it when someone came to see him.]

He's always been good at setting his own emotion aside when he thinks he needs to... and he's never been especially kind with his words when he's feeling slighted. And he's always been a bit jealous of you.

I used to go visit him when I rode out to you when I was still just a prince. A little flattery and some gold and appreciation got my weapons mended many times. I do wish we could be better friends, I think he may even like me a little.

I often wondered about that. He could be very catty with me sometimes and then go right back to sitting me next to him to play the next visit. I think it was only that father did not mind what I did or if I was excellent at it so long as I was happy, but you know how your father felt about any favoured skill that didn't involve the forge. And music? For his second oldest son? Mmmn he didn't seem fond of it, even though listening to Kano could be like listening to the Valar themselves.

He's really not as complicated as some might think. A little appreciation goes a long way with him, couple that with a gift and he'll be perfectly civil with you. Friendly, even, in his own way. I honestly don't know what caused him to take such great offense at our Arafinwëan cousins that he can't stand to be in the same room as one of them. I've never gotten the full story about that out of any of them.

That's certainly part of it. But he also resents the fact that you so often stole away with his favorite brother and the fact that you took his place as my closest confidante. Can't really blame him too much for that, though, considering father was rather picky about who was an appropriate companion we did not exactly have all that many outside of the family we could call friends and the rest of our brothers were often a bit too rambunctious for his tastes.

He is a little terrifying if you aren't used to him. I think therein lies the complication that most people find. [Even Fingon who knew him his whole life hesitated sometimes around him. But mostly he was no worse than his brothers and usually better, aside from Maedhros, obviously, who was by far the best of them.] I admit that he can find it in himself to hate sweet Finrod is by itself alarming.

True. If I am guilty of any theft it is of your time. I have always been greedy for the spot by your side. I wish he understood I didn't mean it to cost him, though, and that I have ever been his friend too. [Or that he understood it all the time and not just when his mood was light.]

I suppose you might be right about that. I'll always see him as my adorable little grump of a baby brother. [But then Caranthir was more fond of him than he was of most other people, so that made things easier for him.] It's not so much Finrod. He's not fond of him but he doesn't exactly hate him. Mention Angrod in his vicinity though and he'll start to hiss like an angry cat. Put them next to eachother and he'll throw a chair across the table. I have no idea why.

It's more my fault than anyone elses. I spoiled him terribly as a child and he was not happy when my attention became divided. [It's not like he stopped spending time with his brother, he just started to have a life outside of home as well.] It still irks him at times even now, I guess.

I cannot admit to finding your brothers adorable, if they overhear us they'll hang me by my ears. [He teases. Though it is not entirely a thing said in jest, they would certainly at least backhand him. Not that he found most of them adorable at any point past their adolescence.] I cannot say I know why either. I have never seen them argue with reason, I suppose he was just upset that Amrod was our envoy to Thingol? [There was really no accounting for Fëanoreans, present company sometimes included.]

I think if your father had been more tolerant of the fact he loved music above all else there might have been less of a need to cling solely to you.

The bath seems to be ready. [He says as Haldamir comes in one last time, mixing in some sweet smelling petals and oils into the water before departing.] I can lift you into it if you wish.

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