Act III

"We need gas." Boromir tapped the fuel gauge with his index finger. "We should stop in Rohan to fill up."

Aragorn leaned forward and popped his head into the space between the front seats. "What are you talking about? We had a full tank."

"Someone must have siphoned our gas while we slept last night."

"It's Gollum." Gandalf said.

"Gollum?" Frodo vaguely remembered Gandalf mentioning that name during their conversation in Bag End.

"He's been following us for three days."

"I've met him, Frodo." Aragorn joined in. "Last summer he siphoned, like, five gallons from my car. Really bummed me out. Anyway, we can't go to Rohan. It's too close to Isengard."

"Rohan gas is too expensive, anyway." Proclaimed Gimli. "Let us go to Moria instead. My cousin Balin will top us off for free."

"No way, Gimli. Moria smells like old people farts. That said, it should be Frodo's decision." The wizard leaned forward in his seat and tapped Frodo on the head. "Frodo, where would you like to get gas from?"

"We'll get it from the mines."

"So be it."