Disclaimer: I own neither Gundam Wing nor any fantasy elements in this story.

This story will contain, 3x4, 1xR, 2xH, 6x9, 5xS and 11x13 so if you hate any of those pairings feel free to stop reading now. Oh and it's an AU so families are totally screwed up. I know and it's supposed to be that way!

Part 1 Summons

Three robed figures stood in a darkened room. "The time has come."

"Yes, we too have felt it. The war will begin soon."

"Are the five together?"

"I do not know. But if they are not, the world will fall into darkness."

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Trowa frowned up at the sky; the clouds gave it a restless look. 'Unusual, we shouldn't be getting rain this time of year.'

"Trowa!" A voice cried from below. "Damn that boy. Where did he ran off to now?"

Trowa glanced down from his perch in the tree and smiled to see his sister searching the forest for him. "Up here Cathy."

Cathy huffed and glared through her bangs. "Well get down here, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

Trowa leapt down to the forest floor. "Something the matter?"

Cathy frowned at him and straightened his collar. "I don't know, but Gould wants to see you immediately. Come on." Pushing him ahead of her Cathy led him back to their village.

"I see you found him Cathy." Gould said quietly. He was leader of their village, a high-ranking solider and distant relative to the royal family. He fingered his canted ears, a sure sign he was troubled.

"Cathy said you need to see me." Trowa said.

"Yes, King Millardo wants you and twelve of our fiercest warriors inside the palace within two days." Gould stated. "You are to lead them."

Trowa frowned. "Lead them? But I'm just a foot solider."

"Trowa, you've already learned all I could teach you. In fact you have suceeded me in skill, you are a born leader." Gould said warily. "I've already chosen the men, pack your things. I would not plan on seeing home for quite some time."

"Do you know something, Gould?"

Gould shook his head. "I do not know anything, but I feel evil growing."

"I'll pack quickly." Gould nodded and Cathy gripped Trowa in a hard hug.

"Please come back to me safely, little brother."

"I promise Cathy." Trowa said hugging her back. "You take care of yourself."

Within hours they were packed and the horses saddled. Saying their last good-byes they started the long journey to the capital. The rode hard, stopping only when they could no longer remain in the saddle, still they made it to the capital within the time limit. They were greeted at the gate and Trowa was taken to see the king.

Feeling dirty and common Trowa walked into the throne room. Upon seeing the King, he barely contained the gasp; Millardo was gorgeous. Long white blond hair flowed around his face framing it, but leaving the canted elf ears exposed. His light blue eyes shone with wisdom and sadness. The entire kingdom knew how the pervious King and Queen were assassinated, leaving the young prince to watch over the kingdom and his sister the princess. Behind him stood an equally beautiful elf woman her black hair cut ruthlessly short and her outfit marking her a guard.

Trowa bowed low. "Your Highness."

"You are Trowa, of the forest elves?"

"Yes your Highness."

"Please, rise Trowa, I do not wish to be so inexessable to my people.." Millardo said gravely. "You are perhaps wondering why I called you before me?"

"Yes Highness."

"He is a man of few words your highness." The woman behind him said with a hint of humor.

"Yes, Noin I can see that. Trowa, you have a sister is that correct? A half-breed?"

"Yes, my sister Cathy is half human." Trowa answered warily. "Why Highness?"

"Do you know anything about her father? Or her grandfather?"

"No, he died long before I was born and my mother didn't like to talk about him."

"But you were named after him."

"Yes. My father was great friends with them both, and took care of my mother when her husband died. How is any of this important?"

"It might be very important. The seers say war is imminent." Millardo said quietly.

"The Daemons are going to attack?" Trowa asked shocked. "But I had heard that the new ruler wanted peace."

"He does. No the war would not be with the Daemons, not if we act fast."

"I don't understand highness." Trowa said confused. "Who else would declare war on us? We have treaties with both the humans and the jinns, and the Dragon clan fight no one."

"That is true Trowa, but treaties can be broken. I'm afraid that trouble is brewing in the Romerfeller Kingdom." Millardo said standing. "His Excellency Trieze Krushranda, would not fight the Sanq kingdom, but others in his consul have no such compunction. Among them are Dekim Barton, your namesake's father and Duke Dermal a high placed official with ties to the throne."

"But why? Our peoples have co-existed for generations."

"Things are not as stable as they once were, drought and famine are frequent outside our forests. They people grow bitter, they blame us because we do not suffer." Millardo explained.

"And the Daemons?"

"I'm afraid of we do not make a treaty now, Romerfeller will and then we would have to fight both." Millardo sighed. "The Jinns do not fight as a rule, but would agree to add us because of our family ties, still Daemons are fierce fighters, a warrior race. It would be best to fight with them then against."

"I understand Highness, but what does any of this have to do with why my men and I were called?"

"It's it obvious?" A teasing voice said. "Millie are you sure he's the leader?"

Millardo flinched slightly at the voice before smiling. "Hilde, not everyone can see battle strategies the way you can. Trowa, this is my sister's personal bodyguard, Hilde."

A small form bounded out of the shadows. Short dark hair framed an arresting face, surprisingly similar to Noin's, which itself was attached to a small frame fit for a girl younger than his own years. "Hmm, not bad. Looks a bit stunned though. You've been throwing info at him right?" Hilde said shaking her head. "I've told ya Millie, give them time to digest. Look I'll give him a tour and fill him in, you've got some letters to send."

"Thank you Hilde." Noin said coming up beside them. "Your highness?"

"Very well. And Hilde, I know I've discussed this before, please refrain form calling me 'Millie'." Millardo said sounding pained as he allowed Noin to escort him out.

"Well the sour pus is gone. Where'd he leave off anyway?" Hilde said grinning.

Trowa frowned at her considering. "You're not an elf."

"God no! You people are SOO serious." Hilde said rolling her eyes as she steered him out of the room. "Besides no elf would get away with calling the king Millie."

Trowa smiled a little. "It would not occur to an elf to call him Millie."

"That's true, sometimes I can't believe you people even HAVE a sense of humor." Hilde said ruefully. She swiftly led him down corridors till she shoved him through into a room. "This'll be your room during your stay here."

Trowa looked around in awe, it was bigger then his house back home. "Thank you. But I still wonder why I'm here."

Hilde rolled her eyes again. "You're here to guard the palace! You see?"

"No."

"Millie's inviting representatives from the other nations hoping to prevent the war by forming alliances. Your job is to protect this palace and those representatives."

"I see." 'Like hell I do. But I'm not going to tell her that.'

Hilde grinned. "No you don't but that's okay. Just follow orders. I'm here to look after the princess so she's safe enough."

Trowa looked at her strangely. "If you say so."

Hilde sighed. "I always get that. I know my people haven't been around very often but you'd think reputation would proceed them. I'm a pixie. Nothing gets by us, we're the best fighters around, no ones deadlier than a pixie with a mission."

"A pixie. That would explain it." Trowa said calmly. "Your people do have quite the reputation."

"Don't believe everything you hear." Hilde said lightly.

"Then the rumors about pixies sexual exploits are exaggerated?"

"Nope. My people believe in pleasure, and following instincts. I don't happen to." Hilde said eyes clouded. "Anyway, you get settled, it's a long trip and Millie'll probably want to see you at dinner." She turned to leave but stopped at the door. In a very different voice, one that sounded years older she said. "You have a great part to play in this Trowa of the trees. Do not be afraid to grasp your destiny." Then she left so quickly it she seemed to disappear.

"It seems I have gone up in the world." Trowa said softly looking around the room. "Cathy, please stay safe."

In an office Noin watched Millardo pace. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up."

Millardo stopped and glanced over at the guard. "Do you agree with her? Is this the only way?"

Noin looked pained. "I have never been skilled in prophecy. I left that to Hilde. I'm only a half pixie and that limits my abilities, but in all the time we've traveled, Hilde has never been wrong."

"But is it right what we are doing? Surely there's another way."

"Then what is it?" Hilde said coming into the room. "I don't like this either, but I see no choice."

"She's my sister." Millardo said fists clenched.

Hilde glared. "And she's my mission, or at least part of it. I care just as much about her as you do, maybe more. But Relena is a princess and she understands that with that title comes responsibilities."

"Are you sure there is no other way, Hilde?" Noin asked. "Does it have to be marriage?"

Hilde turned at looked at her sharply. "Do not forget who I am, just because I chose not to flaunt it!"

"I'm sorry." Noin whispered, head down.

"No, I understand this is hard on all of us. But the vision was clear. Without the aid of Heero Yuy, leader of the Daemons there can be no victory. I can not see what he will bring. The future is cloudy, more so than it has ever been." Hilde said worried.

Millardo sighed. "I will send the messages at once."

Hilde walked to the window. "Pray that we have not left it too late."

Daemon Colonies

Duo watched Heero make the fifth trip back to the window and sighed. "The view's not gonna change you know." He commented before biting into an apple. "What are you looking for anyway?"

"Messenger."

Duo sat up surprised. "We expecting one?"

"Yes."

Duo rolled his eyes. "Care to explain?"

"No."

"Love the one word answers. Well wake me up if you'd care to share." Duo said finishing the apple and leaning back in the chair.

Heero glared at his second in command as his snores interrupted his thoughts. Turning back to the window he saw a horse and rider run through the gates. 'Finally.' He swiftly crossed the room, pausing to shake Duo awake and moved into the outer chamber.

"Sir, message from Sanq." A servant said quietly, eyes averted.

"Give it to me." Heero said coldly. The servant swiftly handed over the parchment and bowed leaving the room.

Duo sighed. "You could be a little nicer to the help."

"Why?" Heero said just as coldly. "They would not respect a Daemon leader who was 'nice'."

"Maybe, but it would sure solve the revolt problem. So what's with the message? We haven't done anything to Sanq, lately."

"It is a request to visit and discuss a possible treaty."

Duo raised his eyebrows. "A treaty huh? That would go a long way to securing peace round these parts."

"That is my hope."

Duo grinned and slapped his hands together. "Great! So what are we waiting for? Let's get going!"

Arab Island: Home of the Jinns

Quatre wandered down the hallways of the palace looking for his older sister Iria. He paused in front of the music room, grinning he ran in. After making sure he was alone he lifted a violin and played.

Drawn by the music Iria stood in the doorway. "Quatre, you've gotten better."

Hearing her voice Quatre faltered and put down the instrument. "Iria," Quatre began embarrassed. "I didn't hear you come in. I was looking for you."

Iria smirked at him. "I see how you were looking."

"Well, I got distracted." Quatre said rubbing his head.

Iria laughed and reaching over ruffled his head. "You're so cute!" She swung her arm around his neck. "So what did you want to see me about?"

Quatre squirmed under her arm. "I had another flash."

Shaken Iria stopped. "A flash? Like the last time?"

Solemn Quatre nodded. "Something bad is coming. I must leave the island."

"Have you told father?"

Quatre shook his head. "No. I wanted to talk to you first."

Placing her hands on his shoulders, Iria looked him in the eye. "Quatre, you are the first jinn in three generations to have the flashes. I do not know how to help you through this. Please talk with father."

"Iria…" Quatre said softly. He raised a hand to her shoulder. "You help me all the time, just by listening. You were the only one who believed me the first time. If you want me to I will talk to Father. But I don't think he'll listen."

Iria hugged him tightly. "You're my only little brother. I worry."

Quatre smiled slightly. "You enjoy worrying."

Iria laughed and released him. "Come, we'll talk to father."

"Together?"

"Of course!"

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In the Drog Mountains the head of the Dragon Clan watched the skies over Sanq darken. Shaking his head he walked back into the temple. "Professor O?"
A tall bald man stepped out of the shadows. "Yes, Master Long."

"The end is approaching. We will soon be invaded. Send the students back home and inform the Dragons."

Professor O bowed to his leader and left.

Author's notes: Hmm, so what'd y'all think? I got the idea after watching Lord of the Rings one to many times and began to imagine Trowa with elf ears and a bow. Shivers. There's a lot more to it and like I said families will be all screwed up. It's an AU so please don't flame me for it. Flame me 'cause my writings bad, and the plot's unoriginal or the spelling's horrid. I'll accept all those but anyone who sends me a stupid email or review stating that so and so is not really Wufei's sister, or some such nonsense will be pointedly ignored. If you like it at all please send a review on in. Oh and I'm really, really slow. So don't expect regular updates. I'll get to it when I can. Thanks for reading! And if you enjoyed this story feel free to go and read my other Gundam Wing fanfics. Or my Ranma ½ which has gotten a decent response. Or my Sailor Moon which needs more readers. It's good! Really! And I will finish it someday I swear!