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

[Amanaduial the archer]

But dishonourable duels are so much more fun...*sharpens morning star*

Just as the Innkeeper backs away, Fea feels her own ankle sheath (made of the finest Gondorian leather) come loose. She quickly turns to one side, allowing her skirts to billow outward, covering her feet just in time. The blade has fallen to the floor, but Fea has cunningly hidden the mistake... "The Innkeeper will never guess," she thinks, "until it is too late."

Aman's eyes barely flickered as the blade glinted on the floor before being hidden. She smiled slightly as her green eyes glittered dangerously and she reached behind the bar for her more obvious weapon. "Not bad for a beginner, my sugarsweet, but you're off the map now - here there be monsters! Arr-! I mean...ah, darnit, wrong character..."

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Aman's eyes barely flickered as the blade glinted on the floor before being hidden. She smiled slightly as her green eyes glittered dangerously and she reached behind the bar for her more obvious weapon. "Not bad for a beginner, my sugarsweet, but you're off the map now - here there be monsters! Arr-! I mean...ah, darnit, wrong character..."

Sensing discovery in her opponent's eyes, Fea goes for the obvious solution. Backing up nonchalantly, Fea feigns first sight of the weapon. She screams, claiming no responsibility, and "faints." Falling dramatically, she slips her brutally sharpened Elven Hair Pins from her curls. When will this fatal dance of hidden threats be done? When will Fea simply come out and attack? The world may never know.

I just had a thought... This idea could be the solution to an age old dilemma: The Balrog-Wing Debate! Obviously discussion has accomplished nothing, so perhaps an all out war, winner takes all. Maybe not.

Fea

[Amanaduial the archer]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

Sensing discovery in her opponent's eyes, Fea goes for the obvious solution. Backing up nonchalantly, Fea feigns first sight of the weapon. She screams, claiming no responsibility, and "faints." Falling dramatically, she slips her brutally sharpened Elven Hair Pins from her curls. When will this fatal dance of hidden threats be done? When will Fea simply come out and attack? The world may never know.

I just had a thought... This idea could be the solution to an age old dilemma: The Balrog-Wing Debate! Obviously discussion has accomplished nothing, so perhaps an all out war, winner takes all. Maybe not.

Fea

Correction: just the mere prospect of the balrog-wing debate will cause war

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-!"

To be continued next whoknows: tune in to the Gauntlet Tavern for the next installment!

[The Saucepan Man]

Originally Posted by Helen

"Saucepanedain"

Hey, if anyone can come up with the full Elvish translation of "The Saucepan Man", I might be persuaded. After all, it would still be my name ...

[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Ah, but I see by your signature that you are also either the eggman or the walrus. How does that translate?

[The Saucepan Man]

The walrus was Paul.

[Hilde Bracegirdle]

Could always choose Goo-Goo-G’joob, second cousin to Ghan-Buri-Ghan, as an alternate.

[Mithalwen]

Originally Posted by The Saucepan Man

Hey, if anyone can come up with the full Elvish translation of "The Saucepan Man", I might be persuaded. After all, it would still be my name ...

My sindarin is feeble but surely that would be saucepan men? Saucepanadan would be the singular

[mark12_30]

Mithalwen, if your sindarin is feeble then mine's feebler.

I think Saucedan would fly pretty well. But it's moot now.