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pixie-ass · 4 months

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Legolas x Fem!Reader

Short story of where reader is from Rivendell, Elronds niece. Based on the Lord of the Rings and takes place the night before the journey begins. Legolas quickly grows fond of her and promises to protect her, a little bit of fluff and shy legolas.

Will probably be writing more of this/making it a mini series! I have lots of ideas for Legolas ♡

Warnings- None

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The night was bright, filled with cheerful voices and songs, warm food to fill everyone's belly and soft liquor to lift spirits. Rivendell was glowing with a new atmosphere, one of awaiting adventure and hopeful travels. Everyone was taking advantage of the joyous evening as the next day would be filled with tense air.

Legolas was enjoying the meal and the drink, the serene music sounding through his ears. Lord Elrond always enjoyed having it over meals, especially tonight since there were so many guests of all types, dwarf, man, hobbit, elf, it was a reunion for important matters. Hobbits were dancing, dwarfs were laughing and demanding more liquor, fussing about how this elvish wine wasn't strong enough, and everything was in good spirits.

Legolas found himself laughing at a certain dwarf who was making a fool of himself; the elves were rather calm, Lord Elrond was chatting with Gandalf and a she-elf on the other end of the table, this caught Legolas' eye. He had met her as Lord Elrond's niece, a young she-elf who was fair and strikingly beautiful; she glowed with all the beauty of the forest and rivers, or at least that's how Legolas could see her. She was unaware of his burning gaze, smiling and moving with such an elegance. Legolas was entranced.

She stood up from the table, bowing as she excused herself from the two men, she walked over to the table, stopping in front of Legolas and picking a few grapes from the bundle that was placed in front of him, his breath caught in his chest as she looked up giving him a small grin as she popped a grape in her mouth. He smiled back politely, standing from his seat, bowing, "Lady Y/n, pleasure to meet you." She giggled in response, "Pleasure to finally meet the famous son of Thranduil. There's no need to be so polite."

She delicately lifted his head with her hand, leaving a ghost touch that tingled on Legolas' pale skin. He smiled, fixing his composure, "The night is beautiful, is it not?" He spoke, looking past the pillars and into the night. The moon was shining brightly and high in the sky, illuminating all below it.

"Yes, indeed, though it's always beautiful." Without notice, she appeared beside Legolas, taking another sip of her drink. "Say, would you join me on a stroll? I know where all the beautiful views are." Legolas nodded, smiling as he looked down at her. He held out his arm for her to take, she intertwined hers with his, smiling as she led him out the dining area, leaving behind all the laughter and noise, strolling into the quiet whistles of the night.

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As they walked, Y/n would talk, telling him of random things and stories she'd heard, Legolas listened, nodding in response and enjoying every view they saw. The grounds of Rivendell were notoriously beautiful, much different from the daunting forest of Mirkwood that Legolas knew by memory. They stopped in a hidden seating area in front of the river. A waterfall nearby was singing a soothing song as Y/n settled into a wooden seat, Legols sat across from her, looking across the river and seeing the many majestically built buildings in the distance.

"Rivendell is always more beautiful than I remember." He wasn't staring at the view now. He was staring at the maiden across from him. She smiled brightly as she stared up at the moon, the stars reflecting in her eyes, the moon illuminating her, making her seem like an ethereal angel. Legolas couldn't help the feeling in his heart. Since he first laid eyes on her, his thoughts had begun racing.

"Are you nervous for the journey?" She looked over, shifting her eyes to him. Legolas sighed, "Partially, though I've been on many, it's always a bit scary at first since there can be many dangers." She nodded, seeming lost in thought.

"Everything alright, My Lady?"

"Hm? Yes…I'm just thinking, isn't it a bit sad going on long journeys? You leave for so long, unaware if you'll be back or how long it'll be until you see everything you left behind."

Legolas stayed silent for a moment, "At times, but that's the hope that keeps many going. We all have our goals and things we look forward to coming back to."

"I suppose you're right. Everyone is leaving something important behind. The hobbits leave the comfort of their shire, Aragon leaves his love, Gimli leaves his kin, … and me, all I've ever known." Legolas' eyes widened, "You will be joining us, My Lady?" He wasn't sure how he felt about this. Though he knew she was strong, he was sure the journey was far too dangerous. He felt she was too fragile looking, an easy target for the disgusting things that lingered outside her home. She nodded, "Yes. Though my uncle wasn't very happy, I insisted until he accepted. I just want to see what's out there and experience it for myself, not just from the stories I've heard." She spoke with such hope, Legolas swore to himself at that moment he'd make sure not to leave her side.

"My lady… it's much more dangerous than even stories can describe, I've seen it for myself and experienced it. It's no place for you."

Her brows furrowed, and she stood her ground, "I appreciate your concern, Legolas, but I can fight and am stronger than I may seem. My uncle has taught me much. I will be fine." Determination glistened in her eyes, and Legolas only bowed his head.

"Now I think we must head back. Our journey begins tomorrow, we will want to be well rested." Once again, her sweet smile returned, and her soft touch was warm around Legolas' arm again. They strolled back to where the party was in a comfortable silence.

Legolas lost in thought and worried about how he could keep her safe, whilst Y/n was thinking of all she'd see and how she'd put her earned skills to use.

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That night, as the feast came to an end, and all the guests had gone to their respectful quarters, Legolas approached Elrond. "Ah, Legolas, always a pleasure to see you." The elf smiled at the other, Legolas bowed in response, a worried look on his face. "What's the matter?" Elrond quickly noticed, approaching the younger elf. "I've come to make a promise to you." Elrond was more than confused. "My boy, did you have too much to drink?"

"I've come to make a promise about your niece, I vow to protect her and make sure no harm comes to her on our journey to Mordor," He got down on one knee, bowing his head and placing a hand over his heart, "You have my word that I will do everything in my power to bring her back with no harm." Elrond now understood, he'd seen how Legolas and Y/n had gotten quite close at the feast, delighted that she ws bonding over an elf close to her age, especially one that had such a high reputation and a kind soul.

Elrond laughed, patting the elf on the shoulder, "I take your word strongly, I trust your ability and that she will be safe with you as her companion. Thank you." With that, his footsteps echoed as they faded in the halls, Legolas standing up and letting out a sigh of relief.

He knew now that he would go through any extreme to keep her safe, more than for his word. He was doing it for her.

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grelfboy · 1 year

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idk who i need to talk to to get this happening but WE! NEED! MORE! BAGGINSHIELD! CUDDLING AND SNUGGLING FICS! please i beg of all of you very talented fic writers! its the best genre of Bagginshield!

#bagginshield simps this is for you #bagginshield #mlm #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #cuddling and snuggling #fluff #DUDE JUST GIVE MORE TO ME I BEG #the hobbit #the hobbit movies #tolkein #thorin oakenshield #bilbo baggins #lotr #the lord of the rings #thorin x bilbo

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silvantransthranduiltrash · 7 months

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Free to take prompt:

Basically, what if finwe, olwe, and ingwe get so tired of valinor that they dip?

Like, during their monthly bitch and stitch session, they got so tired of being rulers, they get so tired of everyone’s bs, that they get a little too tipsy, a little too pissed, and all of a sudden their on a ship, sailing to beriliand.

Listen, none of them wanted to be kings in the first place, ok, so why should they stick around when they have perfectly good heirs to take over?

#lord of the rings #lotr #silmarillion #the hobbit #lotr elves #finwe #olwe #ingwe #none of them wanted to be kings #they book it #beliriand #valinor #years of the trees #tolkein prompt #fanfiction prompts

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 day

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Nighttime Nightmares - Kili Durin X Female Reader

Title: Nighttime Nightmare

Kili Durin X Female Reader

Additional Characters: The Company (the Dwarves and Bilbo) (Mentioned), townspeople (Mentioned), Smaug (Mentioned), Mr. Bramblethorn (Mentioned), Reader's adoptive and birth parents (Mentioned), and The Goblin King (Mentioned)

Requested by: @fuckyoumakeart!

WC: 2,163

Warnings: Nightmares mentioned, italics, alcohol/ale mentioned, Reader has adoptive parents (birth parents also mentioned), death mentioned, slight angst, and fluff

The night sky was littered with thousands of bright, brilliant stars. They shone down upon you, as if they were created just for your eyes only. They always brought a smile to your face. That was one of the many reasons why you loved taking night watch shifts. You were a bit of a night owl, as your friends and family back home used to say. Though, you also enjoyed mornings, sipping tea and eating a homemade breakfast in your garden. Mornings - sunrises - could never hold a candle to sunsets and the night.

There was just something different - special - about sunsets. Sunsets constantly reminded you that tomorrow was a new day, that there would be a new day after the next, even though this might not seem like such a big deal to other people. For you, it felt magical. The sunset was a wonderful reminder that you were part of an endless cycle and that everything around you was changing constantly and eventually.

You didn’t live too far from the soft sandy beaches of Middle Earth, especially at night. The moon at the beach seemed larger than ever. And you couldn't wait to go home after helping reclaim Erebor, and to feel those cold salt-ocean waves to wash over your feet. The sand made you feel grounded and free.

But, like most times, your daydreaming was interrupted. Usually, your daydreaming was interrupted by one of the Dwarves; your shift would then be over and you would find your spot in your bed roll near the fire, to get some sleep till morning. But tonight was different. Your head snapped over to Kili, who suddenly shot up from his bed roll. His breathing was heavy and labored as his eyes flickered all around him.

His eyes then met yours, still wide and frantic, before they slowly calmed; softening. You didn't know what was entirely happening, but before you knew it, Kili was standing from his roll and walking over to the other side of the small camp; over to you. It was quiet, aside from the crickets and the wind brushing through the trees' leaves, and that silence that you usually found peaceful, turned into one that you wished to break as Kili wandered over to you, careful not to wake anyone up.

He stood beside your sitting figure, your body wrapped with your furs, and you looked up at him, confusion in your gaze. Wordlessly, you both exchanged words - something that he only seemed to achieve with you and his eldest brother, Fili - this something you found very comforting. Words spoken with gestures, facial expressions and subtle hints of meanings only you and him understood. You had grown accustomed to these exchanges between the two of you, and even more so to Kili's gentle touch when he reached towards you.

He sat beside you, after receiving your nod, and there you both sat, staring at the fire burning only feet from you. It was silent, minus the bugs and so one - as said before - but as you looked over at Kili, you frowned. Sitting beside you, the youngest Prince was fiddling with the stone from his mother, flipping the smooth stone over and over in his hands.

You could practically hear the gears in his head turning, and you wished to speak up, to ask him what was on his mind; most importantly, what had happened to have woken him up in such a manner that he felt the need to come sit by you. It must have been something terrible, terrible enough to spook the usually brave and bold Prince. You waited, patiently, waiting for him to tell you on his own time.

He opened his mouth, a deep sigh leaving him, before he softly spoke up a moment later, "I had a nightmare."

You nodded, pursing your lips, "I had a feeling you did." You answered, "It must have been frightening."

Kili pursed his own lips, tucking the rock away, "It was."

After a moment of silence, you spoke up, muttering, "Would you like to talk about it?"

"I'd rather not, at the moment, if you do not mind." He finally looked at you, your expression softened when your eyes met his brown eyes.

They seemed to sparkle under the soft light of the shimmering stars and the blazing fire; you could make out the golden flecks in his eyes. Then, there, you remembered the burning affection that you had for the youngest Prince, something that only began to make itself known two months into the journey to Erebor. Something that you had no idea how long it had been developing. You thought that maybe it was when you first saw him.

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You didn't know much about your family, your parents. Your adoptive parents said that you were dropped off at their front door when you were just a wee bairn. All that you knew was that you were part Human and something else. You weren't completely sure, and for a big part of your life, you tried what you could to find out more about yourself. You read many books, reading all sorts of stories and myths. Sometimes, you thought you got glimpses of who you really were. But, you kept pushing yourself further. Reading more about what kind of person you were. Trying to understand. You never did truly get to find out what the other half of you was, and at this point of your life, you didn't care.

But you lived in a small Human town, somewhere near Lothlórien. It was a small town, no more than a couple hundred people lived there. There were nice cottage-like homes, a mill, farms, a pub with bedding, and even a small lake that many of the young children - including yourself at the time - would play in.

It was peaceful. And it was just another perfect day when the wind changed. For the first time in a long time, there were travelers wandering through. You had heard the buzz from the somewhat nosy townspeople; their whispers and murmurs were like a plague, spreading from one person to the next, until the whole town had heard news of the strangers.

At that time, you were working at the pub - being the owner, but you loved helping and bringing people their drinks. The room was dim, music playing, and drunks bumbling around, and talking about the newcomers. That's when you heard it all. You were initially intrigued. It had been a long time since someone new came to town. And to be honest, you loved your town, but it did become somewhat... Monotonous.

You didn't get to see these newcomers until they walked right into the pub. You were pouring old Mr. Lothar Bramblethorn's drink and the moment you saw Kili... Well, one minute the ale was being poured into the old man's mug, and the next, the mug was overflowing onto the wooden table.

Mr. Lothar Bramblethorn's hand on your arm snapped you out of your staring. You immediately apologized, feeling terrible, but Mr. Bramblethorn was actually the sweetest old man, who would laugh and say that no, don't apologize. Helping clean up the table, you then rushed to serve the fourteen travelers that entered your pub. You gave them all your best smile, greeting them, your eyes meeting the Dwarf that had completely caught your attention and made you over-pour ale.

Even in the dim light of your pub, you could fully make out his appearance. He had dark eyes, probably brown, you guessed. His curly hair was brown, that seemed to shine almost gold in the flaming lights. And while most, if not all the Dwarves, had beards, his was just a short stubble. Another thing that you noticed, was that he was somewhat tall for a Dwarf. And that growing smile of his... Eru... He was gorgeous.

Snapping out of your thoughts for the second time that night, you felt your cheeks flush in embarrassment, as you did your best to compose yourself and find a table for the thirteen Dwarves, and one Hobbit. Throughout the night, you made sure all their drinks were full, as well as their stomachs. It was astonishing how much of an appetite they all had. The seemingly leader of the group - a Dwarf that honestly intimidated you quite a bit - paid you a fair amount, for the food, ale, and sleeping quarters. Not long after, with their stomachs full, and bodies warm from the ale, they traveled up to the bedrooms on the second floor of the pub.

Well, long story short, you had heard around the pub that they were traveling to Erebor, to reclaim their home from the terrible dragon Smaug. It might've been the monotonous town, the lack of excitement, or maybe it was simply that you yearned for adventure - change. But, by the morning - and a lot of convincing - you were the proud fifteenth member of The Company.

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Kili shivered, which was not usual for him, you noticed. Dwarves, you had learned, could withstand the cold; the chill of night. You frowned, deciding to speak, "Are you alright?" You asked softly, like a breeze through leaves, hoping to soothe his worries, and comfort him in any way you can.

His response to your question was immediate, as he looked at you, "I'm fine." He answered quickly, but his tone of voice was still laced with worry, "I thank you for your concern."

"Of course, Kili," You said, "If you need anything, I'm here."

He only shook his head, brushing his curly, brown bangs from his forehead briefly with a hand, "I do not want to burden you with my troubles."

With a sad look in your eye, you replied, "You will never burden me, Kili."

His brown eyes held yours as he looked straight at you. After a while, he turned away, his shoulders slumping down. "Thank you." Was all he whispered, quietly, but you still heard him. Once again, you gave him the time he wished for, to complete his thoughts, and it wasn't long until he spoke again, "Miss Y/N," He spoke up, making you look back over at him, from the stars.

"Yes, Kili?" You asked, clasping your hands together in your lap, seeing the battle going off in his mind, it was evident on his face; the apprehension.

"May I... Ugh, please, nevermind me, Miss Y/N," He shook his head, embarrassed and flustered. It was obvious that he wanted to ask something of you, but couldn't bring himself to.

You took a chance and reached out with a hand, placing it over one of his. The contact made him stop in his tracks, looking down on where your hand touched his skin. He looked up, his gaze locking with yours. "Whatever it is, Kili, you can ask me."

He stared at you, a certain intensity in his eyes, before he nodded, letting out a breath. "Can you..?" He trailed off, but with the context, the nightmare, how tight he held your hand in return, and the look in his eyes, you knew what he was trying to ask. That connection between the both of you, once again, made your chest swell and your heart flutter.

Opening your arms, he let out a sigh of relief, a small smile forming on his lips before he cuddled right into your side. His head found purchase on your chest, his arms lightly looped around your figure as your hand came up to gently rub against his back; your free wrapping the both of you in your furs. It was silent, once again, and you smiled. “Anything for you, Princey.” You muttered lightly, seeing just a hint of a smile as you looked down at him.

Kili finally shut his eyes, a small yawn leaving him, completely wrapped up in the scent that was so perfectly you. Finally, he could let himself relax, knowing that you were alive and alright. That nightmare, that awoke him in such a rush, was about you. The Goblin King had taken you, after the group had fallen right into a large trap. Kili could remember the fear in your eyes, the scream that left you as your body was being crushed in the Goblin's hands. Kili shuddered, squeezing his eyes tightly, trying to erase the memory of the nightmare from his mind.

He tried to pay attention to the way you rubbed your hand against his back, the soothing motions you made, the steady rhythm of your breathing, the warmth of your body pressed against his own. Kili felt himself beginning to calm down once again, his heartbeat slowing down, his breathing calming itself. Maybe he would tell you about his nightmare later down the road of the journey… Yeah, he’ll tell you everything another day... And, as Kili relaxed in your arms, he allowed himself to think back to when he'd met you, in that pub of yours.

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eilinelsghost · 1 year

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Part 07: A Heady Fragrance of Honey

That it was returned, he did not question. He could look back now and see everything arranged in its full image, he could trace the careful dance they both wound through this past year; every word, every silence, every touch ringing through with that steady truth. How had he been so blind?

Springtime has come to Estolad. Finrod is struck with a realization he has been avoiding and faces the decisions that lie in its wake.

#finrod #bëor #edain #my fic #the silmarillion #silm fanfic #tolkein #tolkien fanfiction #feelings get realized #atandil

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wolfsbane-and-nettles · 7 months

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"It was as if the world went silent when Thorin fell to the ground. The fire around them didn’t so much as crackle, and the pounding of Bilbo’s heart in his chest no longer sounded like a war drum in his ears. There was no shouting. There was no sound in Bilbo’s ears as he looked at Thorin’s defiled body, only for the sound to crash back into reality as the jaws of the white warg picked the dwarf king up off the dirt."

-Chosen Horizons, Chapter 21: Hell or High Water

(art by me, Wolfsbane and Nettles)

Full image below!

CW: Blood, bruises, injuries

#bagginshield #thilbo #thorin oakenshield #thorin #thorin fanart #hobbit fanart #fanart #the hobbit #hobbit fanfiction #bagginshield fanfiction #bilbo/thorin #bilbo x thorin #cw: bruises #cw: blood #my art #dwarves #tolkein dwarves

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estel-elrondion · 10 months

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Well the family tree of the sindar side( As per my headcannon and in reference for my fics)

This was a headache and considering this isn't even half of the family tree or the most tangled 🥲

#lotr #lord of the rings #tolkein #aragorn #aralas #fanfiction #family tree

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theskeletoninthegarden · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bilbo Baggins & Original Character(s) Characters: Bilbo Baggins, Original Non-Binary Character, Original Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Isekai, Original Character(s), Pre-Canon, Pre-The Hobbit, The Shire, Work In Progress Summary:

Shortly into Bilbo Baggins' 40th year, the Hobbit receives an unexpected guest...

#the hobbit #lord of the rings #bilbo baggins #writing #fanfiction #alright if this receives any traction what so ever I will #do something with it #clean it up and extend into fifty chapters and years of far too much research into Tolkein's universe

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jujupepi · 1 year

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A Pre-History of Fanfiction III: Birth of SF Fandom & the Mimeograph

Part 1

Part 2

Chapter 3: Birth of SF

The nativity of science fiction was happening concurrently with Sherlock-mania. Science Fiction as a genre was crystallized in 1926 when Amazing Stories magazine was first printed. Amazing Stories was a place to read science fiction to your heart’s content, as well as other speculative fiction. In each issue, fan letters were printed with names and addresses, allowing fans to communicate with each other. The SF fan base was rabid and creative, many fans of one generation became the writers and editors and the next.

A subculture was born along with the genre. Saler defines subcultures as a “social collection within the broader society whose members share certain symbols, traditions, values, customs, rituals, interest, and ways of doing things.” SF fandom surely checked these boxes. For example, let's look at ‘symbols.’ Even though one SF story can be radically different from another is character, setting, writing style, and so on, there are certain shorthands that a fan would know without more explanation like the words ‘transmitter’ or ‘teleporter beam.’ A SF would have an immediate conception of what that is while a member of broader society would not.

As for rituals and traditions, SF fans were organized in a way unseen in previous fandoms. The first conventions started popping up in the 30s. Here fans could see each other face to face, not just in the pages of Amazing Stories. Science Fiction fandom flourished in this time period, birthing hundreds of zines, conventions, and groups. But the fandom was not a monolith, SF subculture also started to splinter at this time leading to infighting and drama.

According to Alec Nevala-Lee, at the First World Science Convention held in New York City on July 2, 1939, fandom drama came to a head. The New Fandom was a group led by Big Name Fan Sam Moskowitz who wanted control over planning the Convention. His enemies were the Futurians, less a group and more of a random assortment of writers collected around Donald A. Wollheim. According to Mosckowitz, a handful of Furturians walked into the convection and demanded to pass out copies of a pamphlet. Moskowitz was ready to let them until he saw that the pamphlet referred to the planning committee as a “dictatorship.” Moskowitz banned them on the spot.

Futurians, on the other hand, said that the plan to keep them out of the convention was brewing for months before the pamphlet incident in what they called The Great Exclusion Act. Tension between the two groups might be attributed to the Futurians communist leanings. The New Fandom and the Futurians continue to struggle for Fandom supremacy, with the New Fandom organizing dozens of conventions and the Furtuians generating talented writers including Isaac Asimov and Virginia Kidd.

Feuding became a way of life for SF fandom, in the 60s a new fight started between the ‘new wave’ and the ‘old’. The old waved preferred printed stories like those found in Amazing Stories and favored speculative science rather than literary elements. The new wave on the other hand, often came to SF through TV shows and movies like The Outer Limits and The Planet of the Apes and enjoyed exploring character psychology. Linda Fleming quotes a fan reflecting on these changes saying: “The boundaries are much less clear today, however, because of the increase in size and because the literary SF culture nove overlaps with the larger, more commercialized Star Trek and comics fandoms.” Moving on from the drama though. Fans communicated not only in the pages of pulp magazines but also in handmade fanzines. These were DIY magazines usually printed in batches smaller than 500. They featured articles, original stories, fanfiction, art, as well as reviews of other zines (Zuber). Fandoms represented included SF in general as well as Fantasy, favoring Tolkein’s work and the Lovecraft universe. But what changed? What allowed fans to communicate with each other straight up rather than through a middle man to the point where they were foregoing publishers and making their own magazines?

Sidebar 1: The Mimeo

Before we get to the next chapter, we have to talk about the technological development that made fanzines possible. Though printing had been around for over a century, it wasn’t possible to do cheaply or easily at home. The mimeograph changed all this. The mimeograph was created in the late 19th century but it became widespread in the 1950s. It retailed for around $500 to $1000 in today’s money which made it a somewhat inexpensive way to print at home. It's easy and uncomplicated to work, too, with a hand crank first and then later a motorized drum. It was favored by schools and businesses, giving access to people who possibly couldn’t afford their own. “Mimeo” was used as a catchall for many copying devices but the true mimeo worked by inking a series of stencils.

The mimeo was used by writers and artists who couldn’t--or didn’t want to--be published by the big houses. This was the beginning of the DIY movement, when writers, artists, and musicians avoided middlemen by creating and distributing their own work.

#fanfiction #history of fanfiction #fan fiction #science fiction #zines #fanzines #tolkein #sf #sci fi #fan culture #fandom history #fandom studies #mimeo #mimeograph

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