Kureno swiveled his head cautiously, as he stepped forward in the moonlight towards his secret beau. The hobbit gazed back at him lovingly, his eyes aglow with the forbidden excitement of their meeting, and the blue wash of the hazy moon.
"Oh, Frodo," He whispered, kneeling to his lover's height and taking his hand, "I'm so glad you came. I knew you would." Frodo placed a hand on the taller man's face and smiled,
"Of course, I came. I could never forget you, Kureno darling."
The scene proceeded in stereotypical mushiness, while in the distance, behind a fortress of generic shrubbery, several heads poked up and spyed upon the encounter.
"So," Gimli whispered, "Do you think it'll ever work out?"
"No way," Replied Aragorn, "Sam will kill him if he tries anything.
At the same time, about a hundred yards opposite, some similarly stealthy, albeit more two-dimensional spies poked their heads up.
"What do you think?" Kagura asked, clearly concerned for the outcome of this relationship, "Do you think they'll find happiness?"
"No," Hatsuharu stated plainly, "Akito will kill him if he tries anything."