They gathered in front of the list of flights and watched as the wizard traced his way down the listings with the tip of his staff.
"Ah. Here we are. Flight # 3019. Leaves from Gate #1. Departing to GDX with connecting service available to Dol Amroth, Isengard and…the other place."
"How did you figure all of that?" Merry wondered.
Gandalf didn't reply, but Aragorn helpfully pointed to the small lettering at the side. "See? DAX, INX and MOX. Those are the letters for the other three places he mentioned."
Frodo nodded. "It makes sense to me."
Pippin raised his brows, impressed. "You always were the smart one, cousin Frodo."
"When we get wherever we're going we'll let you do the translating," Merry agreed.
"At least we were able to get our tickets ahead, thanks to Elrond," Aragorn noted. "That line at the ticket counter looks pretty slow. Are they having to give names?"
"Hush," Gandalf admonished him. "He listed us under assumed names."
"Why?" asked Pippin.
"Weren't you listening? Because it's a secret," Merry said. "But I don't know about being listed as Elves." He walked on his tiptoes to make the point. "What would my parents say?"
Sam rolled his eyes at him, then swatted at Bill who was absently trying to eat his hair.
"We're not listed as Elves, only under false names," Aragorn assured him.
Frodo shrugged. "As long as they aren't orc or troll names, we should be good to go…"
"Look at mine, what kind of name is Koot Nippip?"
"Mine says 'Odorf'," Frodo said.
"Will you all stop talking about it?" Gandalf snapped testily. "You aren't helping. Now let me see, which gate do we go to?" He turned from one corridor to the other. "I don't remember…"
They paused and looked around. Time passed as various passengers struggled past them with assorted luggage.
"The answer is near, I can feel it," Legolas whispered.
"You mean we could just read it on our tickets?" Sam said.
"Shhh! Don't embarrass Gandalf…" Frodo hissed at him just as the wizard gave a start and suddenly started off towards the left. "Ah! Now I know! We go this way!"
"How can you tell?" asked Merry, trotting behind.
"I can smell the coffee shop, the air is more fragrant over here."