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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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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.

Few other than me or mother would, I suspect. [He does not deny most of his brothers would react with both indignation and violence should Fingon, or anyone other than Maedhros really, call them adorable.] That's certainly part of it but it started far earlier than that. Doubt I'll ever get a clear awnser to why, though. [It may just be that Caranthir did not take well to their Arafinwëan cousins brighter dispositions or their more overt displays of affection. He had always been quite ttouchy about such things.]

Likely so. Kano has always been a sensitive soul, he wanted fathers approval so badly... [They all had, but he thinks Maglor had needed it more than most and when he did not get what he needed from their father he had turned to his older brother who was more consistent in both support and approval of his talents.]

Would you? [He asks with some relief.] It seems now that the need to move is not so great my ordeal has caught up with me. [He feels sore and tired and weak.]

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She was immune to their bad tempers. Alas, my poor ears are not. [And really it was a numbers game. If they ever meant Fingon true harm and he didn't have his men with him then he was probably more than a little fucked. Thankfully they were more bark than bite, at least with him.] I do not pretend to understand him, but my own brothers are not always rays of sunshine. I know how to handle the quieter, sullen sorts. [Turu wasn't so bad but Argon could be a terror sometimes. He made Fingon look downright sensible about the things he took on, and Fingon was far from that.]

Considering now and then your father convinced me I wanted his approval when I certainly did not, it is no surprise Kano did. He could convince most of us of anything if he put some effort into it. [Though blond hair did seem to make one more immune to him, he thought, only half joking.]

Of course my love. [Easier than he should be able to, Fingon picks Maedhros up while they are still on the bed and carries him like he is his bride over to the gently steaming water after removing any remaining clothes. He lowers him slowly into the warmth, kneeling beside the tub to keep a hold of him in case he is just that tired.] Soak a little and I will wash you too. You need not worry any more.

It probably helped that my brothers would gentle their ways a bit for her sake. A curtesy they do not afford many others, I'm afraid. [There was that, too. For all that hiss brothers could quarrel among one another quite fiercly they always tended to band together against any outsider, no matter if they were in the right or not.] True. Though I'd say Turgon is more serious than truly sullen or brooding. [Argon, though... he could be a fierce one when he was of a mind to be.]

He knew how to kindle that in people. [In him as well, though he'd more or less come to terms with his fathers mercurial nature after a while.]

Thank you. [Maedhros holds on to Fingon as he carries him off to the bath, leaning his head against his shoulder as he sighs. Once the warm water envelops him he almost sobs in relief. It feels like an eternity since he last had the simple luxury of a bath, of getting to scrub the filth from himself and pretend he could shed the memories of his ordeal just as easily.] You are so kind to me, love. Though I fear you'll need a bath of your own after washing me. I'm filthy. [He sighs.] It'll be good to be clean again. To be rid of the smell of that place.

I think that had more to do with her piercing stares than it had to do with them being gentler by nature with her alone. [Or the possibility she would drag them by the ear.] Oh, he was very serious and proper as a baby. Not at all like his roguish big brother. [He grins. Though the youngest two were more prone to trouble, no doubt Tyelko's influence.] He used to tut at me when he was still a babe at the breast, I swear.

Kindness to you is kindness to myself, so it's selfish in a way. Do not worry about me. There is plenty of water nearby and some more than willing guards and Haldamir to help us get it, for either of us. [He takes a wash cloth Haldamir had left for them (one of many, thankfully) and gently begins with washing off Maedhros's face as that seems like the gentler place to start that will not cause much upset.] Tell me any time you want me to stop. If we take so long the water cools I will just ask for more.

You might be correct about that. Mother was many things but meek and mild she was not. If my brothers had acted out too much for her liking they'd not have liked the consequenses. [He'd witnessed them be draged by their ears by their fuming mother more than once in his life.] He certainly looked it even at that tender age. [It had honestly been kind of cute to see such a serious look on such a tiny babe.] That I have no trouble believing! He kind of looked like he was silently judging the lot of us as a child. [Which, in all honesty, was fair enough.]

Perhaps, yet it is still kindness and I am grateful for it. [It is. He can pretend they are just bathing as they normaly would like this, that he's just had a long period of melancholy as he sometimes is prone to and that is why Fingon is caring so for him.] I will, my love, I promise you that. I do not want to... cause either of us the sort of pain keeping a thing like that silent no doubt would.

Thank the stars she is not. Your father would have rolled over her will at every turn if she were even a little more mild. [It was bad enough he won when the stakes were so high, to do it at every turn would have been terrible to see.] I am quite lucky he loved me. Imagine his disapproval if he did not. [They had always been close, no matter how serious Turgon had looked as a child and continued to look right up until he was wed and then again after he lost his wife. Maybe it was because Fingon had run off with the baby at every opportunity to cuddle and spoil him. He had been so happy to have a sibling of his own that little Turu hadn't been able to help but crack his serious little expression and giggle at him.] Oh he was definitely judging your lot. Luckily I always made enough time to spend with him or he might have hated you for stealing all of his brother's affection. [Though that had still caused some rage on the Fëanorean side of things.]

We will both be more comfortable when we are washed and can sleep the day away smelling like herbs and not mud. [And much worse in the case of Maedhros, but it doesn't need to be said. Dipping the wash cloth in the water, he wrings it out a bit before washing his ears slowly and behind them.] Good. Because I would hate to have to tut at you. Turu is so much better at it than I.

Despite the cruel words he spoke to her at the end of things I do not believe he would have wed her had she been more easily swayed to his will. It is to his own great shame and sorrow that he forgot that what he wished for in a wife was an equal and not a servant swift to run to his command. [That he forgot that it was not Nerdanel that had changed but himself, his mother had always been as she was. Constant in her ways in a way his father had not been.] I shudder to think upon the looks he'd give you in that case, love. [It's said with quite a bit of affection, though.] Can't really blame him for that. My lot is, quite possibly, slightly mad by nature. And, besides, with how Tyelko used to swing him about to tease him he did not exactly make us seem less so. [Though Tyelko had teased Caranthir in similar ways and probably for the same reasons. Too serious, he'd found both of them to be, and had always gone out of his way to provoke a reaction of some sort from them.] I wish my brothers had been as understanding with you stealing away my own attention. But they'd never been much good at sharing their Nelyo with others.

Aye. It is a more pleasant smell and it brings better memories to mind as well for how often we've laid together in grassy plains and flowery meadows. [Yes, it feels much better to pretend it's only mud. Just ordinary filth from a long journey sticking to him.] Yes. Better leave that to your brother, or else he may think you are trying to usurp him as the serious one in the family.

He changed a lot, even just in our lives. [He had always been bitter and the cruel streak had been of no great surprise, but the depths of it hadn't been there or at least it had not been so obvious, even to Fingon, when he was younger.] I'm sure he thinks such submission is what he wanted. [A small huff escapes him, almost a snort of amusement.] I had to threaten to swing Tyelko around by his ears before he would let Turu be. [And he would have.] You were mine before you were most of theirs. Which might be their actual complaint, now that I think of it.

I loved the meadows most of all. I loved to weave flower crowns for you and make you let me braid your hair and lace them all through it. [He had been such a cheerful youth, full to bursting with love and light. He wonders sometimes what happened to that boy and if he could ever be him again.] He would be moss cross if I made him come forth from Gondolin, true. It might be worth it. Rather selfishly I miss him, though he is safer in his hidden city.

That he did. I still remember how he was when before the rest of my brothers were born. He was softer then and more willing to at least not be outright hostile to the rest of the family. I regret most of my brothers never got to see him like that. [He'd never been kind to their kin from Indis but he'd not always gone out of his way to pick a fight with them back then.] He may have thought so in the end. But he'd have been wrong. [He'd have grown bored with such a wife, grown to resent her far more deeply than he'd grown to resent Nerdanel even. And, in truth, he'd mostly resented her for leaving more than anything else.] I had to do similar when he'd swing Moryo around. I'd pick him up like a sack of potatoes and dump him in the pond outside our house. [He'd found actions always worked better than words on Tyelko.] Aye, that likely did make them seethe. Though they don't really have cause to complain. I was ever a diligent brother to them, I just wanted a bit of time for myself and my wants as well.

The finest crowns I've ever worn. I was never happier than when you would braid my hair like that. [And how he longed for those bright and happy days now.] It is no shame that you miss your brother, nor is it truly selfish that you wish him near. You love him. It is natural to wish those you love to be close by you, even though you know they are safer away.

I regret I never got to see him like that. [There had been brief moments here and there of course, but most of them lasted literally moments only or if they were especially blessed that day, an entire afternoon. And the latter was usually when Fëanor didn't know or at least acknowledge Fingon was there as well.] Not to beat a dead uncle, but he was often wrong. Being very clever doesn't make one very wise. [A bit of a family problem, that one, though Fëanor had the strongest case of it.] I did see that a few times when I was hanging around outside of your house, waiting for a chance to sneak in. [he smiles. Ah. Tyelko. They really should have beat some sense into him a lot younger. Literally if nothing else worked.] Oh you were a fantastic big brother my love, but some people can never be satisfied and your father primed them to be especially dissatisfied if I was in the mix.

I happen to have a very good flower garden. I'll have to torment you with flower crowns again, when we get home. [It would be something to distract them both at least, even if they have lost the youthful ease they once had.] No, I know. But I cannot see him and I wouldn't risk him. He regrets coming and I do not blame him. We never should have called up my father's followers. Though I would have come. For you. Even if it meant fording the ice alone. [he says softly, working on an especially dark patch of what he expects is blood and mud and possibly worse in the back of Maedhros's hair.]

I too regret it. It always sadened me how he changed as the years passed and that he'd shut his heart so tightly against those that only wished to love him. [It had confused him as a child and grieved him as a man to see his father so at odds with people he himself loved well.] That he was. Especially when it came to people. [A problem many of them had, unfortunately, too much cleverness and too little wisdom to temper it.] It was no more than what he'd earned for himself. I'd told him time and time again that Moryo did not like his rough handling of him. [He probably should have smacked some sense into him when he was a boy, but he'd not really had the heart to strike any of his brothers back then. He still hadn't, truth be told, though he'd come close a couple of times.] A bit too lenient of one, though, I think.

Such a sweet torment that would be. I'd go to court bedecked in the most fragrant of flowers and have no need for a formal circlet of gold or copper. [It would be nice, he thinks, to once again do something so innocent as that.] Nor do I. How could anyone, in truth, blame him for it? When he lost so much along the road? I do not entirely regret comming here myself, for I do think it would have been ill-done to let Morgoth go without pursuit, but I do regret how it happened. [Blood and mud and worse, yes, though his mind is very careful to shy away from the memory of what Fingon is cleaning him from. Just mud, he tells himself, filth from the road and nothing worse.]

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