Fantasy Mash-Up

I'm interested, what would be your ultimate fantasy mash-up?
Characters from Game of Thrones, Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, even The Walking Dead ... what groupings would make the best:
[1] Hero team?
[2] Scariest villains?
[3] Group to take to a show-n-tell type event at your school?
[4] Worst one to wake up and find standing at the foot of your bed?

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