Behind the Hedge? The Dueling Inn? or, gauntlet tossing on locale...

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Aman gasps and leaps backwards theatrically. "Elven hair pins? By the finest dark stout of the Shire, what sort of demon fighter is this? Well, with yourself armed with such fiersome weapons and I with the finest damn pint-pulling skills in the Shire, there is only one way to end this-!"

"Only one way to end this, indeed!" cries Fea from the floor, where she is being tended to by many tall, dark, and handsome admirers. She has been thinking this for quite some time... Brushing away her would-be suitors, Fea rises gracefully. "What sayest thee, Innkeeper?" inquires Fea, as she offers one of her twin hair pins, dull end first, to her opponent. "Wilst thou join me?"

I really do hope The Gauntlet Tavern, as it was so aptly nicknamed, is allowed to become reality...

Fea