A/N: Once again, it's been nearly a year since I updated. For this, I appologize, but it's been one crazy year. Luckily, I'm running out of songs to parody, and thus this is almost over. That said, whatever updates I continue with will probably be even fewer and more far between (if that's possible) due to the chaos that continues to pile up in my life.
However, I'd like to thank Techno-Dann for beta'ing this installation for me so that I could finally get it posted, as I've had it on my hands practically since my last update.

On the views that Lord Elrond express at the beginning: I realize that I am taking a few small liberties with canon. However, this is Tevye's monologue, which is essentially his inner thoughts bared for the audience. You can't convince me that any father, no matter what his brother, parents, ancestors, decided, would react well to finding out that his daughter chose to be mortal; at least, not internally, despite how he acts outwardly.
On that note, let me know if there are any errors or such that I should correct; constructive criticism is the best form of review, though any and all are welcome.

Spoken word shall be in quotations, so as to avoid confusion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fiddler on the Roof. I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Elrond:
They gave each other a pledge. Unheard of, absurd.
You gave each other a pledge?
Unthinkable. What do you think you are?
Both elves? Or humans? What do think they are? Hobbits?
And what do you think you're doing?
You human, you nothing! Who do think you are? Beren?
This isn't the way it's done, not here, not now.
Some things I will not, I cannot, allow.
Tradition – Marriages must be between one race. This should never change.
One little time you pull out a prop, and where does it stop? Where does it stop?

"Where does it stop?
Do I still have something to say about my daughter,
or doesn't anybody have to ask the father any more?"

Aragorn:
"I have wanted to ask you for some time,
Lord Elrond, but first I wanted to reclaim my kingdom."

Elrond:
"Stop talking nonsense. You're just a mortal man."

Aragorn:
"That's true, Lord Elrond, but even a mortal man is entitled to some happiness.
I promise you, Lord Elrond, your daughter will be happy."

Elrond:
"He's beginning to talk like a king.
But what kind of match would that be, with a mortal man?
On the other hand, he's an honest, hard worker.
On the other hand, he will someday die. On the other hand,
Things could never get worse for him, they could only get better."
They gave each other a pledge - unheard of, absurd.
They gave each other a pledge - unthinkable.
But look at my daughter's face - she loves him,
She wants him - and look at my daughters eyes, so hopeful.

Tradition!

"Well, children, when shall we make the wedding?"

Arwen:
"Thank you, Ada."

Aragorn:
"Thank you, Ada."

Elrond:
"Thank you, Ada! Celebrían! What do I do about Celebrían? Help!"