Permission...DENIED!!!

I'm sorry to say this, but Tolkien Trust just sent a letter back...they do not give permission for use of his material.
Teledhelwen cannot be published. I am not about to abandon my heart's desire, however. I'm publishing it online, at this link: http://teledhelwen.bravehost.com. I am closing this blog with this last post.

Namarie, nin mellon! *Tatharel*

Teledhelwen Progressing Well

Well here it is my winter deadline! Teledhelwen has gotten many good reports from my revisors and I am ready to send a copy to Tolkien Trust requesting permission to publish it based on his works. We'll have to see how that goes...will all my work be in vain if he refuses it?

Looking for Help from the Public

I need approximately ten willing people to help revise Teledhelwen for its third draft, due on my winter deadline!
They need no experience in editing, I only need to know what appeals to the general public. You do need a knowledge of Tolkien in order to understand the story. My revisors will be listed in the Acknowledgements!

Email me if you wish to help me with revising. Thanks!

The Elven Maid

Be sure to visit http://baspoetry.bravehost.com for more writing by Brandey A. Schultz!

Revisors

I like to inform my revisors who visit this site to complete my evaluation sheet. When you return this to me, you are listed in the Acknowledgements. Thanks for all your help!

Teledhelwen Manuscript

The manuscript, Teledhelwen will be completed June/May 2005. There is no final sale price as of now, but that will be updated in the future.

Here is a preview of Teledhelwen: Chapter III - Summer and Autumn

The radiant leaves of fading trees whispered to the clouds. The breeze held the melancoholy scent of autumn as it called Marion to her beloved wood. She was weary of school and family, and the many people who hurt her day after day, and had come to seek sanctuary.
She lay herself on the bank of iris creek and let the crisp wind whisk over her face. "Am I to be doomed, Eru?" she sighed. "Am I to remain here, caught up in the web of society, the last believer of Arda digging her life into a rut? All I seem to have left are my dreams of Middle-earth, my passionate fantasies of the Eldar Days! Never may I take the passage to the west. Never may I sail a grey ship over the vast waters, no matter my deep love." She wept, and her tears ran in iris creek, as she cursed the doom of men.

*Based on J. R. R. Tolkien