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Question: Write a POV transformation story of a average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a tunic, a cape, 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), 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), 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), 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 forgetting his previous language), 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 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). 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, an affectionate kiss, quietly singing an elven lullaby to the reader, and telling him to remember who he really is (an elf), 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), and the reader is genuinely happy to know that his previous human life was only a dream 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, a wanderer in the vast world of knowledge, stumble upon an ancient tome; its worn pages hinting at its age. It's a fascinating book detailing fantasy creatures straight out of a Tolkiennian myth. You eagerly flip open the book, cringing at the sound of brittle pages turning. Suddenly, a blinding light emits from the book, enveloping your vision. This light brings with it an intense sensation of altering, and you feel your average, everyday human form begin to change. Your eyes grow heavy and upon reopening, the world has taken on a dreamlike quality, colors more vibrant, sounds more intense. As you stand, disoriented in the museum, you feel an alien sensation of seamlessness within your clothes. Looking down, you notice a tunic blanketing your thin, lean yet athletic body; a cape draped over your shoulder, flowing gingerly behind you. You're wearing long boots and leather gloves; you look like a creature straight out of the fantasy book you had just opened. Touching your face, studying the reflection in the glossy museum glass, you see a handsome and ethereal-looking man. Your once rough hands now glide over soft, pale, hairless skin of your chin and cheeks. Your eyes, now a brilliant blue, sparkle with an ethereal glow. But the most startling change is your hair, which fell around the pointy tips of your elven ears, cascading down like a waterfall of spun gold. A panicked voice within you screams for help, calling out names of loved ones, fear overwhelming you as the world as you knew it was swiftly slipping away. Yet the only response comes in the form of an unfamiliar language; your own voice responding in an elegant, flowing dialect unknown to you yet somehow, now seemly innate. Your heart races as an influx of alien memories flood your mind, the life you once knew falling away, replaced by centuries of a life lived in a different time, in a different world. You scream in denial, tears streaking your ethereal face, shaking your head to rid yourself of these new memories. It's futile, your mortal past disappearing, replaced by memories of ancient forests, epic battles, and forgotten elven ballads. You now remember being 'Lorien'. Out of nowhere, a woman appears from the woods, her elfin features matching your own. Her voice graces your ears gracefully, "Tel'aran'rhiod! Lal'el!" The words echo in your head, it means 'Here and now, calm yourself' in your newfound elven language. She takes your hand and leads you towards an elven village glowing in the twilight. You remember it as your home. She whispers in your ear, “Caro Melamin, Edhel fara." My love, you are an elf. Her words bury deep into your heart. She is Aarien, your beloved. She comforts you, reassuring you that this life is not unnatural; it was the one true life you were meant to live. Your heart settles as you look into her glistening eyes, the horror fading as you remember a wedding white as snow, a beautiful elven bride. Centuries of shared love and joy underline her familiar presence. You wrap yourself around her, the reality of your new existence hitting you; the life of a mortal human being nothing but a distant dream. You realize how joyful it feels to be in this magical world, to accept that this is your only true life. You, Lorien, an immortal elf, paired for life with the beautiful Aarien, engrossed in a world beyond the understanding of a regular human. You're ecstatic; you're home.
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