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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic body, handsome and ethereal-looking face, no facial hair on the lower half of his face (he keeps his eyelashes and eyebrows however, which are blonde like his head head now), pale skin, beautiful blue irises in his eyes, and long blonde hair (not a Christmas elf, fantasy elf) complete with age change, supernatural powers gain (including but not limited to being immortal and forever youthful), voice change (to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (changing from English to an elven language, yet the reader now completely understood this new language whilst no longer remembering English), reality change (the reader's real world warping and becoming the fantasy medieval world filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more, the reader is now in a fantasy-esque wooded meadow and/or forest with a nearby elven village, where the elven reader lives), and mind/mental change (with the reader's personality and memories replaced with an elf's personality and memories, despite his best efforts on fighting off the new memories and personality, making him completely forget about being a mortal human and only remember being an elf). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. The story is that the reader was visiting a museum containing very old books and other historical artifacts, where the reader finds a book that is all about medieval fantasy creatures, he then opens the book, causing the blinding light to engulf him and thus caused the whole transformation to occur. During the mental changes, the reader is truly terrified/horrified about losing his own memories and personality as a human (as well as completely forgetting his previous language, with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence), so he tries to fight against the new memories and personality (even screaming for help from his family/friends, crying out in tears, as well as attempting to shake his head as an attempt to get rid of the emerging/invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain, making him completely forget his mortal and mundane human life and he only remembers being a medieval-era elf (complete with a new name fitting for an elf, rather than an old human name he once remembered having), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being an elf. To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, an adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed into an elf himself) comes up to the reader and comforts him with a gentle hug, softly holding the transforming reader's hands, an affectionate true love's kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him that his human life was just a dream (not real) and telling him to remember his elven body and life (all in elven language rather than in English), making the reader realize that the elf woman comforting him is his caring, understanding, and loving wife (whom the elf reader truly loves, cares, and understands, having always known her), she is telling this new truth to the transforming (which the reader truly/completely believes), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was actually only a dream (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human nor the transformation that had happened) and is happy that his life as an elf (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he married centuries ago) is his only true life. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Not only that, but there should be quotes in elven language (as well as the translations for those who don't know what those elven words mean), even the reader's language shift during his panic. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).
All was quiet at the museum that afternoon where you found yourself browsing through a collection of ancient artifacts and books. Your heart skipped a beat when your gaze fell on a worn, leather-bound book titled 'Of Magic and Mythical Creatures.' As an ardent lover of fantasy, you could hardly resist the allure. As you opened the book hesitantly, a blinding light engulfed your reality. Sound of rustling leaves replaced the prior silence of the room, and the cold museum floors metamorphosed into the feel of soft, dew-drenched grass beneath your feet. A feeling of unearthly euphoria overwhelmed you, sending tingling sensations cascading down your spine as you could feel your body transforming, metamorphosing. The first thing you noticed was the guttural English words that you were mid-sentence with transmuted to a fluid, lyrical tone. “Cuamin linduva yassen meint,” unknowingly slipped off your lips, the words as soothing as a babbling brook, as native as they were foreign. It translated to “My heart sings to see thee,” - a sentence you’d never known, yet one your new identity intimately knew initially perplexed and horrified you. You felt the change in your physique, dropping your hands instinctively to observe. Skin, as pale as fresh snow, looked back at you intertwined with a hard, vascular musculature. Spike of panic frequented your mind as your hands roamed over your now-pointed ears. Apprehending the transformation to an unusual form, you frantically tried to retrieve your human memories, your human identity, how to speak English, only to find a new set of memories, an elven life seeping into you like an unstoppable river. “Neumahtamin, neumahtamin!” You pleaded in your new-traced native tongue, trying to scour your mind for the English words that had vanished from your memory. ‘Help me! Help me!’ were the intended words, but your cries only amounted to foreign syllables, helpless against the growing fear. As if in response to your plea, a figure emerged from the shadows of the forest: an ethereal, slender elf woman. Her blue eyes matched yours, her long blonde hair cascaded down over her tunic, reflecting the dying sunlight. As she reached out to touch your face, time stretched and for a moment, you saw your reflection in her irises: a handsome, timeless elf with the same captivating blue eyes, long blonde hair free of any grizzled look or human frailty. Her voice, clear as spring water, crooned, "Meldanya, ilya sina vanwa". Which means 'My love, all of this is fleeting'. Despite your futile effort against the onslaught of foreign memory, you saw her face and found that you knew her. A name slipped from your lips, “Lûthien”, surprisingly it fitted just right. The fear dissipated as Lûthien's presence comforted you and a strange sense of familiarity overcame the terror. The horrific confliction eased, replaced by the memories of a century-long love and companionship that you shared with Lûthien as your elven wife. It felt like returning home to an existence you were meant to be. When everything had settled, and you sat there under the towering trees with Lûthien, the medieval world and newfound happines didn’t scare you, but strangely felt comfortable, as if you’d just woke from a long, bizarre dream. You comprehended it finally, with Lûthien by your side, whispering words of solace and of history, the history of your life, your wife. You knew now that whatever was, isn’t anymore, for you were an elf, and this was your forest, your realm, your immortality.
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