Inspiration for One-Shot 1: The Chosen One trope.

Song for One-Shot 1: Celtic Woman's song, "Tír na nÓg" (feat. Oonagh). Inkheart's song, "My Declaration". ABC's Once Upon a Time in Wonderland's song, "Once Upon a Time in Wonderland Suite, Vol. 1".

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I'll admit, this fanfic was in the back burner for a long time. The idea I had was what would happen if a girl/woman brought her favorite characters from books, movies, etc. into our world? Then I'm thinking that "Inkheart" did this, too. But this is my take on the idea.

So, enjoy. :)

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Twenty-Two Years Later…

Melody stayed in her room, crying her eyes out. She didn't want to be here, and yet, here she was, still dreaming of Kovu, but also of Frodo Baggins. Melody had seen Kovu before. So, there was no mistaking it when he kept coming in and out of her life.

Melody sat up at the sound of Kovu's voice. Had it been too long since she last saw him?

"Melody, get up!" Kovu's voice sounded in the air. Melody even saw Kovu wander down the hallway. But it had only been a couple of times since she saw him. Melody huffed. She needed to speak with Frodo Baggins, see what she could do.

"Melody, time for your medicine," the nurse came by with her meds and her water. Melody drank down the pills, knowing they were safe. It's what kept her from going mad.

Yes, Melody was in the hospital. Even Melody knew that. She had hundreds of voices, but it was not often that she saw them. She sighed, wondering if she had dreamt Frodo Baggins up. Or whether or not he was really here with her.

"Do you want me to get rid of the voices?" Melody asked her nurse.

Her nurse looked up at her, shell shocked. "Yes. That is the best idea. Good day." Her nurse left her in her room, alone.

Melody sighed, knowing all she needed to do was rest. Surely, Frodo could get her out of this mess.

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Melody meandered down the long hallway, with its cement white floors and beige walls. Her brunette hair was all over the place. She had recently combed it, but found it messy. She sighed, realizing she had nowhere else to go.

A tear fell down her face. How would she be able to be accepted into the world. A world where the stigma was high and anyone calling her a schizophrenic would probably not understand her.

She looked up, spotting an invisible figure walk towards her. The figure nodded to her, the second he approached her. Melody wished that Kovu was here. He was her closest companion and friend.

"You know me," the invisible figure said. "I can't be seen, you know."

"I know that, Frodo," Melody said with a sigh. Was she just talking to him?

"You know there's only one way for you to get out of here. Follow the doctor's advice. Do you best to leave. We'll talk soon," Frodo said, kissing her on the cheek. "I love you, in spite of everything."

"I love you, too," Melody said, watching him nod as he stayed with her.

"What do you want to do first? You don't have to stay in your room," Frodo said, plainly.

"Maybe I should walk around," Melody said, telling him by thought.

Frodo nodded. "That would be wise. I'll keep watch of you. I promise. Mhm."

"I love you, Frodo. I love you," Melody said, watching him, before making her way into the game room. She sat down at the huge table, sitting on a blue chair. So far, there was no one else around. It was just her and that was okay. What else was she to do with her time?

She looked up as another invisible figure stayed with her. Melody could see his face now. It was Kovu. Had she summoned him?

"You shouldn't be here," Kovu told her. "We have our mission to attend to."

Melody lowered her head. Their whole mission to help the fictional characters? Was it even worth it? Was it even worth getting the shield up and stabilized? She remembered the battles she faced. It had been long and arduous. That was the worst part of it all: having to remember it all.

And yet, she hardly remembered much of the battles. She just knew there was a war going on. A war she had yet to understand.

"Right. Our mission," Melody said, reclining. She looked at Kovu, asking, "Did we start the Great War? The Great Battle? Was it truly our fault?"

Kovu gulped, nodding to her, "We did. You're still needed. It's not over."

"Right. Of course, it isn't," Melody said, serious.

Kovu gulped, looking at her for help. "We need you to come back. You can't stop living your life. You have a mission to attend to, as do we all. Now, are you going to help us? Because we need you to come back with us."

"And what if I don't accept it? As you said earlier, there are plenty of people who need your help. You don't need me," Melody said, looking away.

"I'm afraid we need you," Kovu said, getting her attention. "This war isn't over, but we're not going to let you sit around here all day doing nothing. You have to help us. Please help us." He said, "I'll leave you alone. I doubt Frodo will."

"Thanks, Kovu," Frodo said, hating this notion of being the only one to help Melody. Not that he minded it.

"She's all yours. I've got rounds to do. Will you stay and watch over her?" Kovu asked, curiously.

"Yeah, sure. Of course. Why not?" Frodo asked.

"Right. I'll see you later," Kovu said, leaving the area.

Melody looked around, facing Frodo's invisible form as he approached her. She didn't know why. It was scary to think that Frodo was invisible. Was this how it had to be?

Still, she couldn't help but see Frodo's smiling face, looking back at her with such intrigue. It made the world go round a lot faster.

"You know you have to help us," Frodo said, as Melody glanced away. "Come on. You're not one to give up so fast."

Melody shook her head. "I can't believe we met. It's too horrible."

"And yet, we did. You remember the day we met?" Frodo asked.