Somewhere in my comp, it's forgetting to copy and paste the corrected work. So I'm trying my best to correct this fic without the help of spell check. I LOVE modern technology.

Disclaimer I don't own any thing that belongs to Tolkien.
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The Quainegul glared at Haldir, whose eyes showed a vehement suspicion. As it shifts posisions, the plants seem to bend out of it's feet. Haldir looks up, into the Quainegul's eyes. Feminine blue, with a errie transparency, painted unto a deathly pale round face. Deaths played in it's eyes, and for a second Haldir thought he saw his.

'So elf what is your answer?' It wails in elvish. 'To much time is wasted, much more and she'll be one of us... A Quainegul.'

The word of her kind from her mouth pained his ears. Lightly he covered his ears, glancing at the child who was wrapped in his cloak. She was not his child, but he had strong fatherly feelings for her.

"Yes." Haldir says suddenly before he realized his words. "...I will care for her."

The Quainegul noded slowly, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a small gold ring, with tiny golden feather that hung from it. In the center was a small emerald, drawrven cut.

Taking her hand, the Quainegul slid the ring unto the child's hand. Her form changeing from human, to elvish. Haldir's eyes open wide at the site, never before had he seen such a site.

'Astaldochamiel.' The Quainegul whispered to the child, certian Haldir herd it.

The child fell forward having fainted. Having little to no emotions the Quainegul just watches her. Haldir rushed towards the child, only to be grabed by the Quainegul. His head reels as it slams hard into a tree. Then it forced it's will into Haldir, figureing out his thoughts, and feelings.

A screams excaped Haldir's lips, he did not like this thing invading his mind. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a glint of light; An arrow. The child, the child was at danger.

Haldir broke from the Quainegul's grasp, his mind numb from the invasion. His only reasoning was to protect the child. It came as no surprise, when an arrow struck high into his back.

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I like short chapters. :) R&R I beg of you. Get enough I might to a long chapter.