1892.Bloemfontein. 3rd January. John Ronald Reuel, the daily Tolkien, the contemporary author that has sold more copies of his books in the last decades saw the first lights of this world in a small town of the Free State of Orange, in South Africa.   
  
 Son of a Tolkien that several previous generations had been called the Tollkühn family, later Londoner Tolkiehns, to finish being the Tolkien of Birminghan. His father emigrated to South Africa to enlarge the horizon, foggily uncertain as the sky of Birminghan, to this earth full of possibilities, in the thoughts of that time.   
  
When Tolkien was three years old, his family returns to Birminghan and they look forward to a father that mined for diseases would never return.
  
 Countless movings marked Tolkien from very young, and maybe caused by the pilgrimage that the youth of Tolkien was submitted and afterwards the pilgrimage that he submitted himself, he always said that West Middland in general was his home. Middlands created and recreated.   
  
 The conversion to his mother's Catholicism marked him to blood and fire since it took him away from his paternal and maternal family with arrogance, not having with them excessive posterior treatment. His mother died, also, being young, transforming him into a small pessimist but without dramatic tints, beginning the pilgrimage and being tutored and guided by the Catholic priest, Francis Morgan. Maybe in memory of his mother, to which he revered, and another series of events maked him a devote Catholic and a staunch conservative in all the facets of his life,  included the philosophy of his material existence.   
  
 We already have his Middlands and in the town of Sarehole with his infantile pranks the same as the other kids, baptized a miller like Black Ogre. In this time itís already outlined his invisible nets of his posterior career as storyteller and philologist.
  
 His mother, with scarce resources and without the help from their families, undertakes the task of educating her children J.R.R., Ronald, colloquially and forever, and Hilary, his little brother. When he was 4, Tolkien was already able to read, he began to write in a selected maternal calligraphy where the curls adorned the capital letters. He begins to learn Latin and French. 

Already then, he began to show a special sensibility for the sounds and for the feelings that inspired him those plants. He liked their shapes and ghastly aspects of some trees, where, he supposed, the goblins and elves watched over.
  
 Curdie, of Macdonald; the fairy tales of Andrew Lang "Red Fairy Book" that fascinated him with its Sigurd dragon and  the Arthuric legends although in a much smaller measure as it can be proved in work, they went conforming one aesthetics and a deep sensibility of the small boy about the fantastic topics.   
  
 In an informal and informative plan I will say that Tolkien had a recurrent reiterated along his life. A great curled wave threatened with flooding the whole countryside and to devour all that surrounded him. He, by himself, referred to this dream as "his complex of the Atlantis."
  
 Anecdotically he discovered the existence of the Welsh language through some strange words that marked those  park rail, addressed to the  west, in the station of trains of his countryside of Sarehole. It can be said that Tolkien was alreasy fated to be a polyglot and a passionate lover of the languages, especially the nordic ones. His teacher Brewerton introduced him in old English and it recited him the "Stories of Canterbury" the great book ­ comparable to the Decameron by Bocaccio ­ by Geofrey Chaucer in original Medieval English 
  
 Here, hopelessly, Tolkien is caught by the aesthetics of the German languages giving origin to his cotidian work. He was not a rebel and he continued for cowardice or interest the priest Francis' dictations, even when he forbade him during three years to see Edith his future wife and only love of his life.   
  
 Tolkien was not a conventional writer . Nobody feel offended. He was an excellent investigator of the stories, sagas and legends that threaded the languages that he studied. He was never had hurry to write. In each new revision of a previous manuscript he gave birth to a new work. Even his passion to publish was practically null. He was a living storyteller a perfect machine for invention of tales. His style was natural and simple. His stylistic was rich rich in turns and shades. His stories, narrated  literary expressions. He was aboive all a writer that one day he outlined, although the instances of the circles that I will comment later, publish .And he was writer, but after storyteller.

From very young the fascination that produced him the historical poem in old English Beowulf and his fight with monsters and dragons, the Finish Kalevala, the Nordic Völsungasaga, the Big and Small Edda (poetic and prose) and his studies of compared philology, creates in his mind the idea of a particular cosmogony. The Kalevala, especially, is the biggest indicative and motivational of this private cosmogony of Tolkien. 

In spite of the great knowledge that he possessed, so much of the German languages as of their lands, and of his good knowledge of Welsh, the rest of Celtic languages doesn't appear neither in his interest neither in his work.  This is particularly strange. The Celtic people that was composed by gaelic, Welsh, Irishmen and language of  Cornwall, in Great Britain are the big ones absent. I say big absent one with reservations. It seems as if his apparent lack of interest hides the deepest admiration for these peoples like guardians of a mythology of elementary (this way called in the occult world), much richer and denser that in the rest of the other peoples.  The passion for the tree, the oak in concrete of the cosmology druídica, it is manifested in Tolkien, as something assumed and it even gives the sensation of being an own creation. Therefore it is curious this omission and indifference for the Celtic thing. 

 The children in all the places play to invent words, to play with the ductility of the language or directly to break it. Tolkien won't be different. Together to his linguistic interest we will see that soon he finds partners and professors with whom to organize the T.C.B.S. (Tea Club in Barrow's Stores). After this club thereíll be others following the tonic of the masculine societies of students in the Colleges. They were encounter places, where their members got rich culturally, in endless nights of beer and where fantastic and suggestive shades and lights of the flames of the chimney, set the sagas and own poems that there were read. The last one was The Inkling. In these veiled ones Beowulf, Pearl and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Völsungasaga, Kalevala, heroes' Earth, Aristophanes' Peace, the Edda, the poem of religious court Earendel, Völuspa, etc. paraded.

 The contribution of the Tolkien to the Germanic philology and especially to middle English is very valuable. It was an eminent linguist and a grateful professor of English in Oxford. But for what heís really known and grateful it is for his contribution to the gender of Fantasy, being at the moment the biggest exponent in the subgender of the High Fantasy. 

 In the case of Tolkien we should not speak from contributions to any gender. He doesn't really contribute anything. As narrator's statement and non of the writer, it is not necessary to be literal with what is being read. He doesn't contribute anything, he creates everything. There has been people who has copied his characters and situations but he is unrepeat. For that reason I say that he doesn't contribute but rather he is the Great creator, the magician of an own and nonnegotiable universe to other passages of authors. It is, simply, different, only and unrepeat. 

 It is sometimes necessary to wonder if Tolkien created the whole cosmogony or if it is nothing else that a synthesis of other already existent, or if existing only modifies them. But there are questions that me "estrucazían o tozuelo" (let me say it in my dear Aragonese language). He hated that nobody thinks that it was an allegorist. There are not references to the Celtic mythology, the richest at the present time. Did it obviate it or didn't it simply mention it?, was he narrator, transmitter, creator or everything at the same time? Who knows, respond. 

Nobody ignores that the elementary ones have been more or less study object in Guides of Field and studies complex in their relationship with the literature of the traditional fairies tales. Goblins, follets, homunculus,, trolls, elves and other creatures, usually of the forests, they are personages that appear in many European oral traditions and they make it with the characteristics that appear in the narrations of Tolkien. It is certain that Tolkien created and added his own Bestiary.

 Overturning us in his fruitful work we realize that Tolkien was an assayed writer. Their stories, initially infantile and for children children, were taking a look where the age of the children stretched out literarily until the ninety or more years.

 Tolkien was a creator a little bit disordered, changing and fickle. It was only constant in his added, changes and new creations. He began creating the stories for his own children. In those dates it had already conformed his cosmology. Well, it had begun their iridescence color and embryonic Middle Earth. 

 A Chronology exists, with uppercase, in his works. Besides all that published, that is a lot, we ignore the quantity of works and poems that he dictated in their classes  of Oxford of Anglo-Saxon. His versions of existent poems, his continuous theoretical confrontations with other colleagues and his studies about already existent legends are not published, although it can be found influences of it in his works.
 
In 1914 Tolkien, fascinated by the poem of Earendel, he writes Voyage of Earendel the Evening Star already marking the beginning of his own mythology. The kalevala in Finish was the language that induced him to create its languages elfic, as linguist and  departing from here he had to create some races that speak them. He wanted to create a mythology that was unknown for England and that at the same time it was not a lie.

Tolkien has been from all over the world object of multiple studies in diverse classes of Language and Literature. Their books are millionaire in sale of copies. The studies and publications proliferate on their figure and his work, in spite of his own statement that the life of an author reveals very little about its creative work. His books are read in literature classes in almost all the languages that are already enough to that heís been translated. And the merchadising is taking possession of him. T-shirt, foils and other objects amuleted and fetishists are exploding in a devastating way. In Spain still not, but it will arrive. While, his admirers formed years ago in United States, England and other states Societies of Friends of Tolkien. In the Spanish State he also has his Association and very recently it has begun to be implanted in Zaragoza.

2nd September 1973 Tolkien died. He left us an entire work fruit from a dedication life to the Fantasy and his Middlands.
 
Tomorrow, day 3rd January 1992, centennial of your birth, you will exist because at the Australian way of the aboriginal ones and their Time of the Dreams, locked in the microchips of the computers, scattered in multitude of associate chimneys, lost in rooms of foggy industrial cities, millions of aboriginal of all the races, adolescents and mature adolescents, they will be dreaming you.

Chusé Aragüés
January 1992