#talkien

Vengo de cerrar un ciclo: durante semanas publiqué en Hive Book Club la caída de Gondolin, puerta a puerta, la ciudad escondida de Tolkien. Y cada vez que hablo de ese mundo, alguien en los comentarios

Yesterday the bronze shone in the sun. Today the road turns, and the light goes out. The fourth gate does not shine: it holds. Two enormous leaves of dark wrought iron, twisted and hammered into shapes

Yesterday the stone turned in silence. Today the road keeps climbing… and suddenly the ravine opens up, and the light hits you in the face. The third gate does not hide: it shines. Two enormous leaves

Yesterday I introduced you to Gondolin, the city no one could find. Today we cross the first gate. And the first gate is not made of gold or steel. It is made of wood. Yes: the first defense of the most

There is a city in Middle-earth that the most powerful enemy in the world searched for over centuries… and never saw. Its name is Gondolin. It was not a city with a single wall. It was a hidden city inside