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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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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.

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