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Question: Write a 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), 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 who he really is (an elf), also speaking in elven language, 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 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 wander through the grand halls of the museum, your eyes trace over unfamiliar artifacts and ancient relics. Your heartbeat's rhythm echoes against the quiet repository of human history. Your gaze falls on an ornately illustrated book titled, "Creatures of Medieval Fantasy.” Its pages secretive beneath its golden trim. The moment your gloved hands caress the thick cover, reality warps. A blinding light flashes, illuminating the room. You shield your now-sensitive eyes, bringing your other hand to your ears that now feel sharper, elongated. Your body feels more seedlike, agile yet sturdy as you regain your footing after the intense rush of energy. Looking down, cloth rustles against your thin, athletic body. A tunic, supplanted by a cape, brushes against your medieval-styled trousers snug against long boots. Touching your face, it's free of stubble - yet your eyebrows and lashes remain. Your hair, once a normal shade, shines a brilliant gold. The old English words in the book are replaced by aloof cursive characters. A language unknown, yet oddly familiar tugs at the edge of your mind. “Quel re,” you murmur, eyes widen as you question the transition in your speech. A terrifying realization slips into your mind as familiar words of English falter and the language morphs further into the alien tongue. You cry out, your voice high, smooth - elven. "Tula nin!" subconsciously screaming for help. Yet your cries remain unheard. English fades, making room for your new knowledge of Elvish. Darkness crowds your mind, old memories stirring to fight against the invading thoughts of another life. Tears slip from your beautiful blue eyes, clouding your vision. Each blink transforms your view - vivid greens of enchanted forests, brilliant blues of clear elf-enchanted rivers, glittering cities within lofty treetops. Goblins, adversaries to your newfound race, lurk within the shadows of your shifting reality. Another flash of memory – a woman, stunningly beautiful with eyes that sparkle like the stars. Her voice is soft and melodic, singing an old elven lullaby, "Lye ohtarinyo hirva, lye cormaron naa tolda." Suddenly, she is there, beside you. Her soft hands gently cradling your shaking ones, providing a familiar warmth. “Amin mela lle,” she whispers, words that bring another wave of elven memories and fully dissolve the last shreds of your human existence. Love for that elf maiden surges within, a feeling so compelling and indescribable. Her name whispers in your thoughts, “Luthien.” The name feels familiar and right on your tongue. Tears morph into ones of joy as you envelop her into an embrace, speaking in your new language. Your reality, once filled with human mundanity, is now populated with mythical creatures and ancient, ethereal magic. She persuades you that your human life was nothing but a mere dream, and you were always an elf bound to the beauty of this new world. The converted old English words ring in your ears, "Amin mela lle, Luthien." The meaning is clear now: I love you, Luthien. The memory of being human fades like a foggy dream, replaced with the knowledge of your elven life. With a tender smile and adoring glance at Luthien, you welcome your new eternal life as an Elf.
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