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The Slave Auction Meme

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• Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
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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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[Well, he wasn't exactly in the habit of taking orders or advice from most of his brothers. Maglor might be the only one he did take any sort of advice from. The others were too volatile for him to listen overmuch to.]

No. Likely not. I was his firstborn and I don't doubt he saw me as an extension of himself, in a way, which was likely the reason it displeased him so much that I did not always see eye to eye with him. [He'd often suspected his father had wished, on more than one occassion, that Curvo had been born first instead of him. That would likely have pleased him more.] It was... betrayal in his mind, I think. Luckily for us both I never had such an inclination.

I suppose it is. The curse and blessing of having forever at your disposal. Still, I do not think I'd ever be able to tire of you.

I would try not to take it too much to heart. He saw most of us being merely born as a betrayal. It was not too high of a bar. [He probably had. Curvo was the man's true shadow, even now it was sometimes like bumping into Fëanor himself when they were near each other. A thankfully rare occurrence.] Your brothers did try to throw me down a well a few times. [There was a lot of attempted murder Fingon simply had never brought up... Oops.]

Good. I love my husband too much to ever tire of him and I think we have had time enough apart already.

I don't anymore. It hurt when I was younger but now it just... disappoints me, I suppose. [It was what it was and it had never been anything he could have done to change it because the problem did not truly lie with him. He'd just thought better of his father once upon a time, but he thought he might just see him more clearly now that he was older and arguably wiser.] Those little shits... it does not surprise me, though. I'll just have to remember to dump them in the darkest, slimiest pond I can find next time I see them. [Maybe he should even find a well or two for the worst perpetrators? It would certainly rid him of his two most frequent headaches for a time.]

The same is true for me. Yes, too long. Far too long. We deserve to be a little bit selfish now, don't we?

If only you could talk to father. I think he understood more than even I can. Perhaps someday. [Perhaps when they all are home and Fingolfin has come out of the halls. Though Fingon hopes he is already out, if only for the sake of his mother.] I cannot say I will stop you, though if we shove them into places we really wish to we may start a war on a second front.

Yes. This is not a selfishness that we should fear. It is a small thing to the world, even though it is everything to us.

[Haldamir calls out softly from the door flap and then comes in, dragging the bath with one hand. It was metal, ornately decorated and quite large. Suitable for one of two of their overly tall people, so easily big enough for Maedhros to relax in.] I will bring in the water myself as well so you two are not disturbed. [Says he, before leaving again. He will return repeatedly bringing buckets of water and emptying them in the tub. Fingon thanks him but does not try to move to help for once. He is helping as much as he can by being so close to Maedhros and keeping him safe.]

I wish I could as well. I miss him. He always seemed to know just what to say when I'd had a disagreement with father. [He does. He truly misses his uncle.] Heh. It's not like I haven't done it before. Too bad I love them too much to shove them from the battlements, though I do get the urge to do so from time to time...

That's right. It's so small a thing, but one that will give us so much joy. That can't be so bad a thing, can it?

[Maedhros musters up a small smile in thanks to Haldamir. It will be good to bathe, he thinks, to be able to feel somewhat clean again. To wash away the lingering memories of pawing hands, and worse, all over him.]

I suppose he had a lot of practice, as even when they did not think differently on a matter your father often decided they did, just because agreeing was somehow offensive. Mmmn. I know this urge well, yet I would not actually do it either.

I do not think so. It would be so petty of the world to count this amongst our biggest sins.

[Haldamir smiles warmly at Maedhros but keeps about his work. It will take some time, of course, but already the floral scent of the liberally flowered water is warming the tent as it steams away, hot water poured first so they can adjust it cooler after most of the hauling is done.]

I can imagine he did. Poor uncle... how frustrating and hurtful that must have been for him. My brothers do tend to kindle that feeling in others.

True. So I probably should not worry too much about it.

[It's a nice smell. Nicer than he'd had to deal with for quite some time now. He's content to just lean into Fingon and just enjoy that small luxury until the bath is ready for him.]

It is a wonder any of our generation gets along with their siblings given what we grew up watching. Though getting along with your brothers is really a matter of will, sometimes, for they do try to be obnoxious beyond all description.

No, do not worry. [He says and kisses the crown of Maedhros's head.] I have you now and that is all that matters. [There is a phrase he has had to utter too often in Ennor.]

It does feel like something of a miracle there wasn't more strife all things considered. They are an obnoxious, quarrelsome lot. I wish they could be more free with the sweeter parts of themselves, but I'm not going to hold my breath for that to change anytime soon.

I'll try not to. [He sighs softly and closes his eyes for a moment.] It is. I am where I was always supposed to be right now. By your side.

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.

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