I NEED to see this film. Like, now. So far I've just listened to the soundtrack on YouTube. This, however, is possibly my favourite song from it. Suggested by Sakura Lisel – thanks! :D

Features fem!mage!Warden.

I've Got A Dream (Tangled) – DA:O Companions

"What?" huffed the Warden. "Just because you lot don't have any crazy dreams."

A deep sigh came from the far corner of the camp. It sounded a little like a hurricane blowing through a cave.

Shale was regarding the Warden expressionlessly, as she usually did. "What?" asked the Warden, indignantly. "Don't tell me that you have some… weird ambition? All you want to do is stomp on pigeons!"

Shale drew herself up. "I may be made of stone," she snorted, "But that doesn't mean I'm a blank stack of boulders, either. Does it think I wish to spend my existence following it around stamping on its darkspawn enemies?"

The Warden raised an eyebrow. "Well…" she said. "What is it?"

The golem hammered over to the fire. "I'm enormous, stone and scary," she boomed. "My feet could flatten poultry. And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest…" She thought of her old master. If stone could grin, she would have. "But despite my massive weight, and my temper, and my gait - I've always yearned to be a Noble lady!"

The others gaped at her. Oghren started chuckling to himself. The others joined as the enormous golem began parading around the camp. "Can it not see me in Orlais dressed up in finery? Silk and beads and pearls and how they gleam?" she swooned. "Yes, I'd rather be called lethal for my talent with a needle…" Leliana clapped enthusiastically, pleased at having found a fashion friend. "Thank you!" called Shale. "'Cause way down deep inside
I've got a dream!"

"She's got a dream!" chanted the others, energetically. "She's got a dream!"

"See, I'm not as cruel and vicious as I seem! Though I do like breaking femurs," Shale admitted, "You can count me with the dreamers! Like everybody else, I've got a dream!"

Her companions burst into cheers and Shale finished. Oghren stood up when the cheers died down, swaying slightly as he did so. "I've got scars and lumps and bruises," he slurred. "Plus something here that oozes. And let's not even mention my complexion…" Zevran wolf whistled, and the group chortled. "But despite my dirty clothes, and my beard, and my nose… I really want to make a love connection!"

The group burst into hysterics. Not to be not taken seriously, the dwarf leapt onto the crate they stored spare armour in. "Can't you see me with a special little lady?" he asked, his eyes sparkling. "Rowin' in a rowboat down the stream? Though I'm one disgusting blighter, I'm a lover, not a fighter - 'cause way down deep inside I've got a dream! I've got a dream!"

"He's got a dream!"

"I've got a dream!"

"He's got a dream!"

"And I know one day romance will reign supreme!" bellowed Oghren, smiling widely. "Though my face leaves people screaming, there's a child behind it, dreaming - like everybody else, I've got a dream!"

"Wynne would like to quit and be a florist!" came a shout, and the older woman quickly dropped the flowers she had been quietly arranging in her lap.

"Leliana does interior design!" That was true. It was the bard who decided where the tents should go, in case one face east and it brought bad luck.

"Alistair's into mime!" The blond man blushed, thinking of how he would entertain the children in Redcliff by acting out silent plays.

"Morrigan's cupcakes are sublime!" The witch's scowl softened. She did like to cook.

"Bodahn knits!"

"Sandal sews!"

"Dog does little puppet shows!" The hound stopped pawing at the dolls he'd found when he heard his name.

"And Sten likes to collect ceramic unicorns!" bellowed Shale. The Qunari looked unperturbed. Then he grunted, grinned, and shrugged. The others cheered before turning to the last member of their group, expectantly.

Zevran raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, my friends," he quipped. "But I do not sing."

Scowls from the companions. The elf knew what that meant.

He scrambled to his feet. "I have dreams, like you - no, really!" he sighed. "Just much less touchy-feely. They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny… On an island that I own, tanned and rested and alone – surrounded by enormous piles of money!"

The group cheered as Zevran rolled his eyes and sat down.

"I've got a dream!" cried the Warden, looking distant.

"She's got a dream!"

"I've got a dream!"

"She's got a dream!"

"I just want to see darkspawn dead at my feet!" she confessed. "And with every passing hour
I'm so glad I left the Tower - like all you lovely folks I've got a dream!"

"She's got a dream!" they chorused, happily. "He's got a dream! They've got a dream!
We've got a dream! So our diff 'rences ain't really that extreme! We're one big team!"

"Call us brutal –"

"Sick –"

"Sadistic –"

"And grotesquely optimistic," slurred Oghren.

"'Cause way down deep inside we've got a dream!"

"I've got a dream!" cried Shale.

"I've got a dream!" they chorused. "Yes way down deep inside, I've got a dream!"

The group collapsed, laughing hysterically, to the floor.

At least now, thought the Warden, she knew what her companions would do after the Blight.

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A couple of 'serious' ones to follow, while I work on the 'fun' ones. Thanks again for all the reviews :D

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