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Question: Write the POV transformation story of the 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 filled with mythical creatures such as elves, goblins (the elves' arch nemesis), dragons, and many more), 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, 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 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 (he is completely unaware of ever being a mortal/human) 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).
Walking through the bustling museum, you find yourself drawn towards an ornate exhibit. Encased within the glass are ancient texts and artifacts, each telling a tale of a time long lost, of a world filled with mythical creatures. One book in particular beckons you - beautifully bound in leather and adorned with golden runes. You cautiously open it, only for a blinding light to surge, enveloping you within its brilliance. Something feels different, odd. Your clothes are no longer what they were - instead, a tunic of rich green adorns your body, a cape fluttering lightly at your back. Leather gloves encase your hands, long boots dressing your feet. Casting a glance into a nearby shielding glass, your reflection is almost unrecognizable - you are leaner, lithe yet athletic, your face handsome in an otherworldly way. Running your hands over your face, you can feel the absence of the stubble you sported earlier. Your fingers brush across pointed ears, an oddity that both scares and fascinates you. Looking into your reflection once more, striking blue eyes stare back at you, irises encapsulating deep forests and cloudless skies. Long, golden hair frames your ethereal face. Before you can absorb the magnificence of the transformation fully, the floor beneath rumbles, the ceiling distorts, and everything changes. You blink, the taste of salt air in your mouth, the rhythm of ocean waves echoing in your ears. No longer are you within the confines of the familiar museum, but in an unrecognizable landscape. An ancient forest thick with tall trees surrounds you on all sides, the landscape dotted by soaring mountains and glimmering seascapes, dragons soaring freely in the sky, and goblins lurking in the shadows. Cries of terror fill the air—"Ci shaw-ë! Trit n-ci anor!" You freeze. Those aren't English words, but they are familiar to you, and you understand them. The language seems to be flowing freely from your mouth, replacing your mother tongue without permission. Your mind clings on to the fragments of the past, you scream, "Help, som—" but the words morph into unintelligible syllables. You try to hold on to the human part of you, but your memories and your personality start slipping away. You are horrified. Tears of frustration and fear trickle down your cheeks as flickers of new memories light up your thoughts. Out of nowhere, a calming presence appears beside you – a beautiful elf woman with loving eyes and a soft smile. She murmurs sweet assurances, wrapping her arm around you. You lean into her, seeking comfort. Her words flow over you, gentle as a lullaby. She kisses your forehead softly, whispering in your ear, "Legolas, ci i-sidh arwa. La na-afaded ned i-win." (Legolas, you are home now. You never left the dream.) The terror begins to ebb away. Something about this feels incredibly right. A deep-seated part of your mind seems to click into place. You reach out to her, your fingers curling around her free hand, and you remember her. Your wife – your beautiful elven wife of many sunsets and glowing moonlights. Your past life fades away, your human existence morphing into a distant dream, your name changing to something that suits your current ethereal form — Legolas. You are no longer a mortal. You are an elf, and forever shall you be. A sense of peace washes over you. You are home; you are where you always belonged. You are truly happy. And for the first time in ages, you feel content. Looking deeply into your wife's eyes, you say, "Hannon le, melamin." (Thank you, my love.)
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