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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 leather belt strapped around his waist, a long flowing cape held by a clasp around his shoulders, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath the long boots, leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped around him, long and 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 (the reader's voice becomes a beautifully-sounding male elf's voice to fit with his new elven bloodline), language shift (quickly changing from English to an elven language despite his best efforts, 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, having no memory of science, modern life, theory of evolution, etc, and only remember being an elf, realizing that he has always lived in a fantastical world created by gods, knowing every elven powers and weaponry (including archery), having lived in an immortal elven life in his home village with his elf wife, and among others). 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 completely losing/forgetting his own memories, personality, and language as a human (with English instantly changing to an elven language during mid-sentence, much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are words of an elven 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/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 (she's the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself) comes up to the reader (she's happy to see the human reader turning into her brave husband and warrior elf) and comforts him with a gentle hug, gently wiping away the reader's tears, 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 before or during the transformation, and is also completely unaware that his transformation had ever happened), and he is happy that his life as a brave, smart, adventurous, and faithful elf warrior (he enjoys being with his elf wife, whom he truly loves (and vice versa) and has married centuries ago, as well as having his loyal companions who follow him, and he himself being guided and supported by the gods who created this fantasy world) is his true and only 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, as well as the lyrics to the lullaby that the elf woman is quietly singing to the transforming reader, so we would know what lullaby the reader is hearing/listening to. 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).
Visiting a renowned museum, you marvel at displays of ancient scrolls and relics, till your attention is caught by an ornately crafted tome titled 'Ye Olde Medieval Lore.' Curiosity piqued, you gingerly open the book to find beautifully illustrated entries of mythical creatures and fantastical beings. As your fingers trace the vivid depiction of an elf, a blinding white light suddenly engulfs you. Panic kicks in as your body rapidly changes, your muscles slimming down, becoming leaner yet oddly stronger. You pull at your clothes, surprised to find them replaced by a tunic, pants tucked into long boots, and a flowing cape held by an elaborate clasp around your shoulders. You feel the cold touch of metal and leather, and turning your gaze down, discover archery equipment fastened around your body. Discarding the book, you grope around to get a grip of yourself, only to feel your ears elongating, turning sharp and pointed. Heart pounding, you scramble to the nearest mirror, the reflection unveiling a handsome, ethereal-looking elvish face. Your skin is noticeably pale, and your once brown eyes now sparkle with an intense blue. You run your hand over your smooth lower face, void of any trace of facial hair while your hair has changed to a radiant blond. Your alarm escalates as your voice wavers, shifting from your solid baritone to a smoother, melodious tone, a voice that belongs truly to the fantasy elf. Fear grips your heart as unfamiliar words escape your mouth. "Finde len en i’lam?” You frown, not understanding what you just said. All your attempts to voice English words are fruitless. The onslaught of a foreign language escalating your terror. Eyes darting around, you notice too late that the museum is transforming as well. The marble floors morph into mossy ground, the once bustling cityscape now a sprawling, mystical woodland. You blink hard, praying it's a figment of your imagination. But as every blink unveils more fairytale creatures, you realize how real it is. Your confused mind is bombarded with alien memories. You scream for friends, for family, crying in distress, 'Amin hiraetha!' ('I'm scared!') You shake your head violently, forcing your old memories to stay, but they rapidly fade, replaced with experiences of mythical battles, romantic rendezvous with an elven maiden, and joyous elven festivities. 'Amin merna quen!' ('I want to go home!') Your pleas are met only with the echoes of your strange new language. Emerging from the woods is a beautiful elven woman, who strides towards you. "Goheno nin, mellon" - "Forgive me, friend," she whispers in the same alien tongue. She tenderly wipes away your tears, her touch striking an odd familiarity. As she starts singing an unknown lullaby, a strange calm washes over you. Her words, "E'eryn las lalaith, E'eryn las lalaith ned eden," promise 'The forest is laughter, the forest is laughter in Eden.' She wraps her slender arms around you, whispering words she claims to be your true memories. Your futile struggle against the elfish memories subsiding as she cradles you, whispering, "Nalyë undómë, ve'e'eryn... Remember, you are eternity, like this forest..." With each passing word, your humanity fades, replaced with an elf's existence. You slowly start to see the elven woman not as a stranger but as a lifelong companion, your beloved wife. The terror subsides, replaced by a tranquil happiness. By now, the thoughts of cities, cars, and electronics are all but forgotten memories of a dream. In their stead lie images of archery, mystical creatures, and magical battles. Embracing your newfound reality, you take a grateful look at your surroundings, realizing that this reality - where you are an immortal elf, a warrior, a lover - this is your true life. And as your elven wife continues her lullaby, you realize you wouldn't want it any other way.
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