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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the 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).
As you stepped into the hushed serenity of the museum, the ancient texts and artifacts surrounding you seemed to hum with a distinct energy. Your gaze fell upon a grand, aged book greatly titled, "Fëa and Hröa: Beings of Myth and Mystique." Curiosity luring you in, you opened the book, only to have a blinding light illuminate the room. As the light faded, an intense tingling sensation spread from your fingertips to your entire body. You glanced down, your everyday clothes replaced by a vivid green tunic and cape, with curve-hugging medieval-style pants neatly tucked into long boots. Looking at your hands, you noticed they were now protected by tasteful leather gloves. As you reached up, you felt your ears had become slightly more pointed, distinctively elf-like. The same fingers traced back over your now hairless chin and jawline, keeping only your eyelashes and eyebrows that were once a patchy brown, but now a striking blonde. Your arms noticed a thin but muscular feel, and your face reflected in the glass cases had transformed to ethereally handsome. Your frightened ordeal began abruptly when you found your English falling into gibberish. Words you struggled to find their meaning were forming with confidence, realizing you understood another language. As if the wind called to you, words flowed from your lips, *"Anírach gohenam" - I wish to understand.* The world spun then, reshaped into a lush forest, trees as tall as towers, an elven village visible in the distance, a fantasy realm unfolded before your eyes. You knew this place. But how? A dreadful realization settled in your gut - you were forgetting your human life. In your rising panic, your mind clung desperately to memories of your existence as a mortal, but every attempt you made seemed futile. Quote: *"Aur onnad meren,"* - Day of birth celebration, you thought, remembering a birthday party, you shouted for your family, but the word transformed into *"Tôr! Nín adar a nín naneth! Tôr!"* Friends, you were hanging out with your friends, but that easily faded into *"Mellon... Mellon?"* A soft voice cut through your hysteria, calming yet unknown, "Peace, Miluiel," it called. Turning towards the voice, a familiar footfalls approach. A woman with striking features and long, auburn hair dressed similarly to you. You knew her. You always have. "Your human life was just a dream, beloved. You're home now. Don't you remember? Our war against the goblins? Our union under the Silver Trees?" she questioned, this calming figure was your wife. Her soothing voice, your wife's presence, her comforting touch, these things awakened a torrent of memories; they flooded your thoughts. The panic faded away, replaced with certainty. *"Im thû beriatha hon,"* I was losing my mind, you thought to yourself. You tried to cling to your human memories, but they slipped away like sand through your fingers. Your wife held your face, looking deep into your eyes. *"That was a dream, Miluiel. This is real,"* her soft words made sense. She kissed you gently, whispering a lullaby in your ears, *"Lû iaur hen-estel, Miluiel.* – of a long lost hope, Miluiel. Her words danced in your mind, charming away your distress, you accepted the era of elves as your reality, the human life slipping away into the silence. Freedom and jubilation washed through you, you were home. After all, you were Miluiel, the Elven Archer, Immortal. You always were.
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