A sixteen fic by Iorhael
AN: This is the second Mary-Sue fic from me. Written for Elijah Jordan Wood for his birthday on January 28, 2004.
~ January 28, 2012, Reykjavik, Iceland ~
�What is this?� grunted Harald. �Another re-run?�
�Yes, Papa,� chirped Erik, a fair-haired, seven-year-old boy.
�And you knew it�s a re-run but you�re watching it anyway? What is the title?� asked his father, taking his place in a cushioned, srmed chair. Erik hardly heeded him, being too engrossed at the opening scenes of the movie, his favorite movie.
Yes, he did know this was a re-run and they had DVD of it, too. But that did not lessen his amazement toward the film. In fact, Erik hardly called it a movie at all. A legend, he referred it.
�Hey,� prodded his papa at his back. Erik turned up and around, annoyed.
�Papa!�
�Why, I asked you a question!�
Erik turned back to face the tube. �You see yourself, Papa!�
That was quite a wrong thing to say to your father, Harald though, and once more he poked at his boy who was sitting in front of him down on the carpet.
�That was not polite, Erik.�
The boy sighed deeply and muttered in a low voice, �It�s the Lord of the Rings, Papa. The first of the series, the Fellowship of the Ring.�
Harald huffed self-satisfactorily. He leant back into his chair.
�I knew it! This is one of the movies you consider as legendary. You are amazing, Erik.�
And this time Harald let it pass although he heard a stifled �So why asked?� coming from his only child. Harald suddenly went sober.
�Aunt Krista gave so much influence to you, didn�t she, Erik?�
Harald could feel the boy tense and got diverted for a split second from what he was watching. Erik nodded softly and without realizing it, a tear trickled onto his cheek.