This was suggested by Griffindell. Thanks so much! :D
This is set after Arl Eamon tells the entire party, with an incredible lack of tact for a politician, that Alistair is the true heir, if he hasn't told you already.

THIS SONG IS SO HAPPY. :D Also; Zevran/Oghren Bromance FOR THE WIN.

Hakuna Matata (The Lion King) – Zevran, Oghren, Alistair

Alistair hadn't spoken for a while since Eamon's revelation. It probably didn't help that the Warden wasn't speaking to him, either, muttering about secrets and 'thought they were friends'. Zevran and Oghren looked concernedly at the blond man.

"Kid needs cheering up," muttered Oghren. Then, seeing the expression crossing the Antivan's pointed features, he groaned. "What're yeh planning now, elf?"

But it was too late. Zevran had wandered over to the man, slung a lithe arm around his shoulders, and was saying loudly, "Life cannot surely be that bad, amigo? You are to be king!"

"Exactly," moaned Alistair, too lost in his own self-pity to push the elf's arm away. "I don't want to be!"

"I imagine your brother could not wait for such a title," reasoned Zevran as Oghren sat down heavily on Alistair's other side.

Alistair snorted. "I imagine Cailan went running through the house singing about it on a regular basis."

They sat in silence for a moment. "Ah, well," Zevran sighed. "Hakuna matata."

Alistair looked at him, bewildered. "What?"

"Hakuna matata."

"Hacky ma-what-a?"

"Hakuna matata," interrupted Oghren, feeling pleased at knowing something the pike-twirler didn't. "It means 'no worries'."

"It's a phrase that comes from Rivain," said Zevran. "It's good for a time like this." He spread his arms wide. "Hakuna matata! What a wonderful phrase," he sighed, smiling.

"Hakuna matata!" repeated Oghren, catching the elf's eye.

"Ain't no passing craze...!" they chorused, leaping to their feet.

"It's means no worries for the rest of your days!" explained Zevran.

"It's our problem free philosophy," Oghren joined him. "Hakuna Matata!"

"Hakuna matata…" wondered Alistair.

"Yep," grinned Oghren. "Antivan says it's the Rivaini motto."

"Nah, the mottowith Rivain is the raiders," quipped Zevran, and the two fell about laughing.

"But seriously," chuckled Oghren. "I reckon those two words could solve all your problems."

"That's right," agreed Zevran, remembering a conversation he had had in Tapster's with the dwarf. "Take Oghren for example!"

Oghren looked at him, curiously.

"Why - when he was a young warrior," began the elf.

Oghren nodded, getting the drift. "When I was a young warrior!" he bellowed.

"Very nice," quipped Zevran, rolling his eyes before turning back to Alistair. "He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal, he could clear the Proving Ground after every ale!"

"I'm a sensitive soul," sighed the dwarf. "Though I seem quite tough.And it hurt that Braska thought I smelled like a nug…And oh the shame!"

"Oh, it was a shame!" agreed Zevran, dramatically.

"Thought of changing my name!"

"Oh, what's in a name?"

"And I got downhearted –"

"How did you feel?"

"Every time that I –"

"Hey, Oghren!" interrupted Zevran, clapping a hand over the dwarf's mouth. "Not in front of the Chantry Boy," he sniggered. Alistair blushed.

"Hakuna matata!" they chorused, shrugging and grinning. "What a wonderful phrase!Hakuna matata,ain't no passing craze!"

Their enthusiasm was too much for Alistair. "It means no worries," he chimed in, grinning reluctantly. "For the rest of your days!"

"Yeah, sing it, kid," chuckled Zevran.

"It's our problem free philosophy - hakuna matata!" they sang together, arms around each other's shoulders.

They walked off in a march, shoulders and arms swinging, past the camp, the others watching them in amazement.

"Hakuna, matata," chanted the dwarf and the elf, as they came full circle. "Hakuna, matata, hakuna, matata, hakuna –"

"It means no worries!" cried Alistair, happily. "For the rest of your days!"

"It's our problem free," the three sang, leaning together, "philosophy - hakuna matata!"

"Hakuna matata," sang Alistair.

"Hakuna, matata, hakuna, matata," recited Oghren, swigging his ale.

"Hakuna matata! Haku-una matata!"

"Hakuna matata!"

The three men collapsed on a blanket roll heavily, giggling like schoolboys and slapping hands.

"See! No worries!" cried Zevran, as the others shook their heads and returned to their duties.

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Anyone who got the Lion King reference, other than the song (:L) gets metaphorical cookies!

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