It took a lot for me to do this one. It's one of my favourite Disney songs EVER from one of my favourite Disney films, so it was quite painful. But, it was too good a chance to pass up. So, here we have it.

The song was suggested by Prime24601 (I GET that reference, by the way :D) but I've changed the scenario a little. The other one I pictured was between the armies of the Exalted Marches and the elves of the Dales, but I seem to be doing a lot of Native American/Dalish elf comparisons. I thought I should stop.

Also... 20th Chapter! Yay! Thank you for everyone who has read, reviewed and requested! Keep 'em coming! :D

Savages (Pocahontas) – Templars and Mages

Meredith trembled with rage as she watched her men suiting up for battle.

"I told them these savages couldn't be trusted," she seethed to Cullen, who stood next to her. "Thrask tried to befriend them, and look what they did to him!"

"Those mages were apostates… renegades, ma'am," murmured Cullen, looking slightly ill at ease.

"They are all the same, inside," growled Meredith. "I say it is time to revenge all of our courageous comrades!" She turned to her Templars. "At dusk," she ordered, "We attack!"

Cheers from the Templars echoed around the grounds.

"What can you expect from filthy little mages?" spat Meredith. "Their whole disgusting race is like a curse! Their souls are hellish red – they're only good when dead! They're vermin, as I said, and worse!"

"They're savages! Savages!" chanted the Templars, their faces twisted in fury.

"Barely even human!"

"Savages! Savages!"

"Rid them from our world! They're not like you and me," snarled the Commander, "Which means they must be evil. We must sound the drums of war!"

"They're savages! Savages! Dirty magic demons!" came the furious cry. "Now we sound the drums of war!"

Meanwhile, in the Gallows, Orsino paced frantically in front of his mage charges. A few looked scared. Others enraged. They knew what was happening, and he would be damned if he was going to let Meredith harm them. "This is what we await," he announced, angrily. "The Templars have gone crazy. The only thing they feel at all is hate!"

"Beneath that steel armour," murmured Alain, his usual peacefulness replaced by wrathful anger, "there's emptiness, no more."

"I wonder if they even bleed," mused a few mages, their faces curled in snarls.

"They're savages! Savages!" they agreed, knuckles white on staffs. "Barely even human! Savages! Savages!"

"Killers at the core!" raged Orsino.

"They're different from us, which means they can't be trusted," whispered Alain.

"We must sound the drums of war!"

"They're savages! Savages!" they chanted, swigging at lyrium potions.

"First we deal with this one," growled Orsino, nodding at the apostate who had murdered the Grand Cleric and endangered them all. "Then we sound the drums of war!"

"Savages! Savages!" cried the Templars as they formed their ranks.

"Let's go kill a few, men!" urged Cullen, swept up in the rage. It was just like in Ferelden.

"Savages! Savages!"

"Now it's up to you, men!" shouted Meredith.

Then came the same resounding chant from both sides of the war torn city.

"Savages! Savages! Barely even human! Now we sound the drums of war!"

Hawke's armoured feet pounded on the earth as she sprinted toward the Gallows. The others followed her, weapons drawn, ready. She had to reach there in time. She had to protect the mages. She had to stand with her people. With Anders.

In front of the Gallows, Meredith stood at the head of a legion of Templars. "This will be the day..." she called. "Let's go, men!"

Inside, Orsino was regarding the mages who had stayed to fight. "This will be the evening..." he promised. "Ready yourselves, my friends."

"We will see them dying in the dust," both sides swore.

Hawke's mind would not stop ticking as she ran. I don't know what I can do, she thought, desperately. Still, I know I've got to try.

"Now we make 'em pay!" cried the Templars.

Father, help my feet to fly, she prayed, thinking of Malcolm's passion when he spoke of freedom. She would see that done.

"Now, without a warning..." threatened the waiting mages.

Mother, help my heart be great, thought Hawke, envisioning Leandra's arms around her, her comforting whisper.

"Now we leave 'em blood and bone and rust!" shrieked the armies.

Spirits of Beth and Carver… she thought, remembering Bethany wielding fire like gauntlets, or Carver delivering blow after blow to the darkspawn in the Deep Roads.

"It's them or us!"

Please don't let it be too late...

"They're just a bunch of filthy, stinking – " roared the armies as they approached each other.

"Savages!" Swords pointed to the sky.

"Savages!" Lights burst at the ends of staffs.

"Demons!"

"Slavers!"

"Kill them!" cried Meredith.

"Savages!"

"Savages!"

"What are we waiting for?" thundered Meredith, pointing her sword at the mages.

"Destroy their evil race!" both sides chanted, almost primal in their hatred for each other. "Until there's not a trace left!" Snarls distorted faces, aggressive stances lowered bodies to the ground.

How loud are the drums of war? Hawke's mind seemed to cry in fear and fury. This shouldn't have come to this.

"We will sound the drums of war!"

"Savages! Savages!"

"Now, we sound the drums of war!"

"Savages! Savages!"

"Now we see what comes of trying to be chums," sneered Meredith, thinking of Thrask and his pitiful attempts to stand up for these animals.

"Now we sound the drums of war!" retorted the mages.

"Of course it means the drums of war!"

Is the death of all I love, whispered Hawke's mind, carried in the drumming of war?

As the armies came within a few feet of each other, Hawke threw herself between them, narrowly avoiding Meredith's blade, and standing with her chest heaving, eyes narrowed, and staff drawn.

"If you fight these mages… You'll have to fight me, too."

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I imagine the bit where you talk to your companions (and Anders returns, if you didn't kill him) to be the part where Pocahontas talks to Grandmother Willow.

Sorry if that got a little difficult to read. Funny, really, you type 'savages' so many times you start reading it as 'sausages'. (They're sausages, sausages! Barely even meat filled! Now we sound the pan to fry!)

Sorry.

Up Next: Leliana and the Warden become closer in the peace the evening brings.