"Lost a bet? How on earth did you manage to bet about this?" Leo exclaimed, gesturing at the two blondes in front of him.

"Oh, you'll see, Master Burglar. You'll see." Jake wiggled his eyebrows, grinning at Leo while stepping inside, dragging his boyfriend along with him, the two blondes following silently and unwillingly.

Just as Leo was about to close the door when he heard a semi-gruff voice yelling at him to not close the door, and soon a small figure –someone walking on their knees again- closed in on him, before stopping in front of him.

"We dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous on short distance. Gimli, son of Gloín, at your service." The person said, her red hair braided in complex braids, an axe strapped to her back.

"I can see that, Master Dwarf. Please do come in." Rachel deemed the compliment appropriate and stepped inside, still on her knees.

Cabin 9 was slowly filling, and the ale was flowing freely, dwarves and elves and hobbits and the one wizard were burping and laughing and singing, welcoming each new member to the cabin.

"So this is the hobbit." Leo knew one of the two in front of him, but he couldn't quite place her, until he squinted at the person next to the one that had spoken. Gasping as realization hit him.

"Bilbo Baggins, at your service. Who have you brought to this party, Master Oakenshield?" Leo asked, not quite figuring out who Reyna was supposed to be.

"Well, my dear sister Dís, of course. Couldn't leave her home, now could I?" Right, sister, Reyna and Hylla were siblings, so were Thorin and Dís, it made sense if you realized who was dressed up as Thorin.

Leo opened his door further, to leave in the two sisters. He moved to close the door behind them, when he noticed a sinister figure standing the shadows near the cabin, completely clothed in white, standing as still as the cabin itself.

"Hello?" Leo's hand moved to the sword on his belt, an exact replica of Sting, of course. He creeped closer to the unmoving figure, who had his gaze fixed upon Leo now, a staff in his hand as he finally moved. Raising both arms, lightning flashing as he did so, a wind picking up, making that person's beard and hair moving with the wind, making him look like a ghost or something.

The wind and lightning died down, and the white figure closed in on Leo, who was now grasping Sting, narrowing his eyes, when a person jumped him from the shadows, and the white person bursted out in laughs, leaning on his staff as he revealed his face, helping the person who jumped Leo up, and then helping Leo up.

"Seriously guys? That was some creepy shit." Leo's voice made the two men stop laughing, fixing their hair and clothes. Silena made an epic Saruman, even copying the voice perfectly, and Thalia… Thalia was Radagast the freaking Brown, with fake –or so he hoped- bird shit in her wig, even holding a little, fake hedgehog in her arms.

"Come on, guys. We got ale for ya." Leo dragged the two girls into the cabin, noticing more guests had arrived at the party. For once, he was sure there had been no guy snogging with Pippin yet, and there had been no one that handsome in his cabin yet, well aside from Jay of course.

Silena next to him squealed and clapped her hands upon seeing Pippin and the mystery guy.

"I knew he would come!" She dragged both companions along with her, coughing once to interrupt the two… hobbits, as Leo realized the other male was supposed to be Samwise Gamgee, or well, supposed to be, the guy looked damn much like Sam.

Two more, more or less, unexpected guests had joined the party. The "brothers" Boromir and Faramir were standing at the table in the complete back of the corner, Faramir talking softly with… Gollum? Leo vaguely recognized the kid as one of Apollo's kids, Michael, Michael Yew. And Boromir was just grumpily staring in front of him, his sole eye focused on the wall, a mug of ale in his hands.

So, I've purposely not told everyone's secret identity, that's up for you to guess, or else you'll see it in the next chapter, which will be the first smut chapter, which will be Bilbo/Frodo. (: