Hi all, this is my 2nd chapter (inserts cheers)

Heh, I didn't plan this to be more than one chapter, really. It was supposed to be a oneshot. But after writing that much I was still halfway, so I thought I'd better break it into chapters. In chapter 2, the guests start arriving! I've been waiting to write this part. Enjoy!

I do not own PoT and if I owned LOTR, Frodo would be chopped up into little pieces and eaten at Aragorn and Legolas' wedding. If anyone would eat him, that is.

P.S. I know Jirou's character is supposed to be king by now, but I'm still calling him Prince Jirou because it's so much cuter.

P.P.S. Forgot to add this in the previous chapter. "Heika" means 'your majesty'. I learnt it off Kyo Kara Maou. Rather hard not to pick it up considering they say it every other sentence. Almost.

Unmarried Bliss

Loud cheers greeted Inui the Green (yes, you know why 'green') as he rode on his pure white horse into the land of Gondor. Triumphantly carrying a huge jug of Inui juice, he waved it around, somehow not spilling it on unfortunate heads, and grinned to hear the cheers grow tenfold.

Yeah right.

Citizens and 'commonfolk' of Gondor were seen slinking away trying to hide their respective faces in dark cloaks or behind baskets of vegetables. Flustered and worried, they tried to get away as quickly as was humanly possible from that white beauty of a stallion which gave the viewer a very false impression of its rider, the terrifying evil second only to the Dark Lord Atobe.

Enter Inui the Green.

He had arrived early to help out with the predicted lack of...resources for the banquet. Of course, Tezuka and Fuji had not been informed of this. But Inui was sure they'd be grateful for his help. Some things just never change.

Half an hour later:

"No."

"Tezuka, you can rest assured that my juice is perfectly organic and nutritious. It will not harm anyone, I promise."

"All our close friends have passed out at least once after drinking your poison. Each time, you claimed beforehand that nothing would happen. I cannot allow this to happen again. Besides, I'm positive I saw an insect's leg in that...thing."

"Added nutrition. Weight for weight, insects have 500 as much protein as meat and contain no fat or cholesterol..."

"You will not feed this to the guests. This is final. And if you'll excuse me, I need to see Fuji about something."

Fuji stood jauntily at the front door of the great castle, ready to welcome the guests that were due to arrive soon. In fact, he could already see a few figures riding across the vast plains. Yuuta, the very tortured Steward, was not quite so happy. "You shouldn't be doing this. Have you any idea how horrific it will be to ride towards the castle ready to greet old friends, and see you dressed, or overdressed, in drag? You might give someone a heart attack. There's still time to change out."

"I must say that's never happened to me...But I'm sure with my friends' extraordinary abilities as shock absorbers, they'll be perfectly fine. I have faith in them."

"...I don't know why I even try..."

Meanwhile...

"It is long since I have seen this castle, but the absence makes it seem even more beautiful now. When I know my friends are happy, my heart sings with sharing their joy." Oshitari Yuushi, Prince of Mirkwood (yes, his dad still isn't dead) smiled as he headed toward the long-not-seen abode of his old friend Tezuka, and now also of Fuji. "I have missed this place. Seeing it now recalls a flood of memories both joyful and bleak." Being the dear Yuushi we know him to be, he still insists on speaking this way. Deep and calculated. (A/N. I'm trying to make this as close as possible to what I remember of Legolas' speech in the LOTR book) It was nice to get a break now, he had been working hard ever since his return to Mirkwood, not to mention shielding himself from rabid fangirls once he returned. Everyone in Mirkwood had heard of his incredible prowess in the Battle of Helm's Deep, apparently. (Squeal, so have we)

" Look Jirou, there's the castle, don't you think it looks so much better now, bathed in the happiness shared by Tezuka and Fuji?"

Jirou snored.

"Jirou! You were sleeping hours before we set off and you slept the entire journey! I swear, I'm starting to think you've got that strange disease that makes you do nothing but sleep." Mizuki poked his cousin in the ribs. "Ow." Jirou rubbed the sore spot and fell forward on his horse, dead with sleep yet again. Poke. "Wake up. We're getting there. We just have to cross this plain."

One of the most common contrasts we're always seeing in this world. Peace and feud. But on with the tale.

Fuji and Yuuta, who had long given up trying to reform his brother, were standing around enjoying the short-lived gust of wind when it ended a split second after it started, bringing with it Gwahir the Windlord, carrying what looked like four large packages. Four large squirming packages. Rolling off, the strange little lumps of brown folds sprouted feet and started running around saying "Are we there yet?" All except one. Which had also grown feet but sat around saying "Mada Mada Dane" like a broken record player.

The Fujis felt compelled to help their little...friends out of their rather tight wrapping. Wrapping literally in this sense because they seemed to have been packed and folded into the blankets like cargo. "Sorry," Gwahir apologised. "They were wriggling around so much I thought they would fall off. These three, anyway. The fourth...I thought he might try to push them off."

By now, the hobbits had been released from their wraps and were running around looking at "The flag pole! Look at the flag pole! I've never seen anything so tall in such a long time!" In Ryoma's case, bring dragged around by Momo like a suitcase might have been.

At this moment, a large gust of wind appeared out of nowhere and almost blew everything away. It went on for several seconds before clearing to reveal a very smug Dark Lord. Who proceeded to shake Fuji's hand while rambling on loudly about how honoured Fuji and Tezuka should be to have such a prominent and outstanding Very Important Oresama attending their engagement celebration. It appeared that, if possible, Dark Lord Atobe's ego had grown since they had last met him, just when they'd believed it impossible. It would also appear that he had learned the ability to transport himself anywhere at will. He wasn't called Lord for nothing, after all.

When the party finally started...

Tezuka, as always, was the picture of self-control and stoicism. "Dear friends, I am immensely grateful for your presence here today. I know you have travelled far to get here and again I express my thanks to you all." Polite clapping and such.

"It is also my great pleasure to announce to you that we have the attendance of a great and honoured guest today," Dark Lord Atobe got ready to do the president wave and pass degrading but dignified comments to the lesser mortals. But he didn't get a chance.

"It is my pleasure to present our informal Guest-of Honour for the night, a good friend I am sure we all know and respect." And as the guest-of-honour appeared at the table, everyone's jaw dropped.

To be continued...

A/N: Man this is becoming a lot longer than I planned. I'm so long winded. But I just keep writing in all the insignificant stuff that wasn't originally meant to be there. Can't resist. Try and guess who the honoured guest is? Until next time!