Moria Security
We had escaped unscathed through Customs, or so we thought. We followed the path that left Customs. It led us between a wall or barrier, and a huge luggage claim area. At the end of the path was Gandalf. He had cleverly concealed his true identity with an official uniform of some sort. He sat at a lofty desk as if it were some regal tribunal. Before the incognito Gandalf stood an older couple. They both seemed quite tall, or maybe we just seemed small. He asked them if they had any luggage. They said that they did, but that it was not with them. He said, "You shall not pass!" Or words to that effect. The tall ones responded that their luggage was being transferred to the domestic flight, and they did not need to get their luggage. He said, "Without your luggage, you shall not fly, you fools!" They said the airline had told them that they would not have to pick up their luggage from the international flight; it would be transferred automatically. H...