Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama and J.R.R. Tolkien own most of the characters that will show up in this story. I do own Nindy, Raven, Regar, Gigita and some others.

Author's note: The name Nindy is not my real name but my nickname which I often use for stories I write, so I'm not putting myself in here, only my alter-ego. =P

Constructive criticism is always welcome; if I take too much time until we finally land with the characters you're familiar with just say so. I realize that the beginning can be quite annoying but it's, alas, necessary for the rest of the story.

Melancholy Silence

"Our surprise-attack failed, it didn't seem to be much of a surprise. This means we have a traitor amidst us. And I regret to believe you are it, Gigita, you were the only one that wasn't with the others yesterday. I am very disappointed in you, my wife for the love of God! But it occurred to me also that I was the one who killed you back at our own planet. I cannot recall why but this most definitely affirms my suspicions. You can choose: or you tell me exactly what's going on right now, or you will simply cease to breathe after a day of torture. So, which one do you pick?"

"Neither. Either way I will be forced to talk and then executed. And I am not your wife. Farewell," Gigita responded, heading into dark clouds immediately.

"Follow her!" King Vegeta commanded furiously.

At the village...

"Someone's coming," Starmien called.

"It's Gigita," Raven replied happily.

With a swift landing Gigita appeared right in front of Raven, her breathing heavy.

"Is something the matter?"

"Oh my God Raven, I'm so sorry! They found out about me betraying them, I think they've followed me here, please forgive me!"

"You'd better believe we followed you. Now what's the deal here Gigita?"

"Don't you dare laying a hand on her, she's carrying my baby and you won't get either of them, you hear me?!"

"You mated with my possession? The ignorance! You'll regret this!" King Vegeta shouted, lunging at Raven, his sword pointing right at his heart.

As the steel clashed through and sprayed blood all around Starmien jumped right into action. He grabbed Gigita and ran to the space-ship at top-speed. Gigita struggled and screamed the name of her loved one, tears of anger and sadness streaming down her cheeks. Starmien called a spell to slow down their followers, making a wall of fire suddenly shoot out of the ground. He threw Gigita into the ship and then jumped in himself. The ship activated immediately as Starmien whispered some Elfish words. They ascended into the skies, leaving the Saiyans far behind them.

Gigita quivered and sobbed because of her lost love all journey toward Lothlorien. Starmien attempted to lighten her mood several times without success. Weeks had passed when they finally landed in the woods of the Elf-civilization of Earth.

Miles away a Saiyan prince believed to feel the ki of a full-blooded Saiyan, but shrugged of the possibility instantly.

I hope everyone of the village is all right. There's at least one good thing: my parents will be furious if they hear that I've went to Earth, Starmien pondered, smiling faintly.

When they entered Lothlorien most of the Elves were having trouble with the female Saiyan, but when Starmien told them about the recent events they bended and allowed Gigita to stay in the village until she had given birth to little Nindy, but they weren't exactly to be called eager to keep Nindy there, after all, the kid WAS empoisoned with Saiyan-blood. Without Gigita's knowledge of it Starmien bribed them into taking Nindy, mirroring the illusion of them willingly taking the kid to her.

"Look Starmien, the Elves gave me a locket. Now all I have to do is put a picture of me and Raven in here. But I don't have a picture of him, do you?"

"Well yes, but I couldn't take it with me, I'm sorry..."

She heaved a sigh.

"Oh well, I suppose I could just attempt to draw him..."

Months of agony, doomed musing, regret and deep sorrow passed by swiftly. While Saiyans at a planet far, far away were vanishing in thin air, Gigita was holding a little baby girl in her arms, rocking her back and forth, claiming to love her and feeding her with mother milk. When she was about to kiss her forehead, she too, disappeared.

"I believe it's time for me to return to my planet," Starmien whispered, taking the weeping baby from the moist ground and giving her to Mrs. Greenleaf.

"Have a safe journey," she said to him sympathetically.

"I will," he smiled, "Take care of little Nindy Evenstar here, for Raven's sake."

And with those words Starmien moved toward the space-ship and left Earth to hold the curse and blessing of Nindy her mystery.

Baby Nindy stirred in her peaceful sleep, not knowing what cruelty is waiting for her, not knowing that it is the first and last peaceful sleep she'll ever have.

"She's thriving well, don't you think so too?"

"Most definitely! And the experiments have some most interesting results, fabulous really, incredibly awesome. But we absolutely have to continue binding her powers."

"Yes we do indeed. Is it really wise to let her attend school like all the other kids? This way she's developing too much strength I'm afraid."

"No, we truly must allow her to attend school; otherwise she might grow so angry that binding her powers will no longer be a solution. I've experienced it before; she reacts most severely when she feels that injustice is done to her. Anyhow, I find the combination of her humanity with Elven- and Saiyan powers quite intriguing."

"It is, not to mention dangerous, lethal even. Her power grows with her anger, it grows when she gets severely hurt, and she has developed inner-conflicts thanks to the contradiction of her Saiyan- and Elven-side. Great nobleness and self-control thanks to our race, and all the reverse from the disgraceful ancestors of her mother."

"Hasn't some of the coldness humanity possesses slipped into us my dear Findecáno Elanessë? Our actions toward the subject are quite cruel while the Elves are well-known for their purity, kindness and nobleness; hasn't all that become corrupted?"

"We are still that way in general Amras, your worries are unfounded, she has evil Saiyan-blood flowing through her veins so she cannot be trusted, Saiyans can never change and turn to the good side, ever."

"But the subject, Nindy, or as Tári calls her, Enelya, doesn't even reach the level of 30% Saiyan-blood, doesn't that mean anything to you? She is almost six years old now and no harm has come to us yet."

"We must endeavor to keep her under our control, no matter how many Saiyan-blood she bears and no matter the consequences. It is right," came the harsh reply.

Findecáno turned and walked away, leaving Amras with his concerns.

An exasperated sigh escaped Amras' lips. I'll go see Tári and Gildor, he decided.

In the mean time...

"How dare you cower, you're pathetic! Too weak to handle some battering, only because your powers are binded? Sheesh. Come here and undergo your punishment of battering and penetration with dignity," Erestor Tasartir leered in pleasure.

"Punishment for what? What did I do wrong?" a little voice squeakily asked.

"For asking stupid questions like this one!"

And the ritual of humiliation, pain and fear began once again in the basement of the home of Greenleaf. Somehow most of the Elves had indeed become corrupted. Was it their hatred for Saiyans that drove them to such insanity, or was there something else going on? No-one who would know...

At the place of Tári & Gildor...

"Enelya always has been an extremely quiet girl, and I can just feel the melancholy blanketing her, no matter the distance parting us. Gildor and I both agree that these horrors simply must stop. Will you help us Amras?"

"Well, I'm not sure; she does have rather dangerous powers... And despite the cruelty that is done to her I believe it's for the best to keep binding her powers and do at least some experiments on her, it's necessary for science and fairly interesting."

"Amras, you do realize you're talking about a living being with feelings right now are you? It is not necessary for science to abuse an innocent. The fact that it's interesting is not important here. By binding her powers she doesn't even get the slightest chance to learn how to control them, making her far more dangerous to us than as she would be if we didn't do so."

"But even so honey, I have been musing a lot about it lately and do agree with you, only I fear that she will turn against us after all the horrors some of us have put her through, which of course is logic, but it could mean our end," Gildor said concerned.

An awkward silence then filled the room.

12:00 AM, the 12th day of the 12th month...

With a caressing breeze Nindy blew the candle she had found and lit out.

"Happy birthday," she hummed to herself silently.

After a while she stood up and moved towards a wooden closet. She opened it and stayed to observe all her rags and tatters for a while. Then she budged to its floor of which she'd discovered it to be a double floor. The Greenleafs didn't even know that. She opened it and took her self-made clothes out, including the sword that the blacksmith of the village, Gildor, secretly had made for her, and her beloved medallion. Cautiously she got dressed, grabbed her blood-red backpack out the floor and closed it off with precision. The medallion and some food she made the night before slid in. The Elfish sword clicked stuck around her waist, her backpack protecting its intricate beauty. She sneaked out of the building, as light as a feather, and flew off to more hopeful woods.