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Question: Write the POV transformation story of an average male human reader turning into a fantasy elf complete with a medieval elven tunic, a leather belt strapped around his waist to keep his tunic in place, a long flowing cape that reaches his new footwear, medieval-styled pants neatly tucked underneath a pair of archer's long leather boots (also built for distant travels), a pair of archer's leather gloves, medieval archery equipment (quiver, bow, and arrows) strapped either around him or to his leather belt (his entire outfit is like all other elven warriors in the fantasy world he lives in, and like all elves, his outfit is in both an earthly and forest color), long and pointy elven ears, thin and lean yet athletic and graceful body (with elegant posture and movement), 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 sharpened senses, 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 on Earth 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 (where the reader's mind becomes cloudy/fuzzy/dizzy), 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 (since elves do not speak English and speaks purely in an elven language), much to the reader's horror, and he tries to speak English multiple times, but to no avail and all he said are elven words), 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 and invading elven memories/personality), but his mental fight is in vain (the elven personality and memories are too powerful), 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 had now completely forgotten), having remembered his archery training, war with goblins, marriage to an elven woman, and himself being a heroic elf. The gods, who transported the reader into a medieval fantasy realm, are transforming the reader in both body and mind, thanks to the gods' blessing, and the gods had blessed the reader by permanently removing all of the reader's humanity (including his former human personality and memories) and blessed him by turning him into an immortal elf (due to the reader's newly elven body and mind, and they also intentionally blessed the reader by completely removing all of the reader's human memories and personality). To aid in the now-elven reader's transforming mind, a beautiful, youthful, ethereal-looking adult female elf from a nearby elven village (who, along with the gods who created this fantasy world, is the one who caused the book to transport the reader into a medieval world and transformed the reader into an elf himself, since the female elf really wanted a husband of her own) 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 not real and is just a dream (she also confirms the reader that he was returning/traveling back home to the elven village from one of his many quests/battles and that's why he's daydreaming about his false/imagined human life), and she tells him to remember his true elven body and life (saying those, 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 reader (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 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 (he is truly happy about being with his elven wife and is affectionate towards her, he even promises to always be there for her), as well as having his loyal companions/comrades who follow him (he is also loyal to his companions and they always help him in quests and battles, having succeeded in all battles and quests against villains), and he himself being guided and supported by the gods (who have intentionally chosen and transformed the human reader into a heroic elf warrior so this fantasy world would have a hero) who created this fantasy world) is his true and only life. Plus, the elf reader is completely and permanently unaware that his former mortal human life and his transformation into an elf had ever happened (he is amused, possibly laughing, at the idea of ever being a human), and his journey as an elven warrior, unbeknownst to him, had just begun, even though he believes that he had always been a heroic elf and had already started journeys countless of times before. 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).
As you meandered around the ancient history section of the museum, a book about medieval fantasy creatures caught your eye. Hesitant, you gingerly turned the page. Without warning, a blinding light engulfed you. An otherworldly sensation rippled through your body starting from your toes, making its way up. You glanced down frantically, watching as medieval-styled pants replaced your jeans, neatly tucked into archer's long leather boots. A crimson, ornate tunic replaced your simple shirt, the soft material of the cape brushing against your transformed footwear. A shiver of terror ran down your spine. Your body began dwindling, but not in size. The muscles and heft have given way to a thin, lean yet undeniably athletic and graceful form reflecting a dancer's elegance. Your mundane attire had been mercilessly swapped for a full-blown elven outfit. A thick leather belt cinched your waist, archery equipment - a quiver full of arrows and an exquisitely carved bow, attaching itself to the belt. Encased in leather gloves, your hands were changed, fingers now ending in sharpened tips. Heart pounding in your chest, your hands traveled tentatively up to your face. The feel of smooth skin where once was stubble or beard, and your ears were elongated, tapering to a point. An accidental glance at a shiny surface revealed a face that could be described as nothing less than ethereal. Entrancing blue irises replacing your once benign ones, your hair was now a beautiful golden waterfall cascading down your shoulders. Your voice escaped in a horrified whisper, echoing a sweet melodious elven tone. The world around you warped, shifting from the clinical whites and browns of the museum into a woodsy, emerald-like hue, the air wafting with the scent of forest and magic. You were in a meadow punctuated by patches of jewel-toned flowers, on the outskirts of what appeared to be an elven village. "Imiruma," you blurted in surprise, your English words slicing into an elven dialect. "What's happening to me?" Trying to switch back to English was futile, every word escaping your lips was elven. Confusion and terror began to seep into your mind, a legion of alien memories threatening to breach through, making you dizzy. Each attempt to fend off the incoming stream of new personality traits, childhood memories, knighthood ceremonies, and genteel elven manners was met with defeat. A hand lightly touched your shoulder, calming some of your unrest. Beside you was a graceful elven woman, her radiance blinding. "Elea tuulo' amin, Lûthien," she whispered, her voice soothing, her touch comforting. "Your past is an illusion, a mere dream. Welcome home, my beloved." As her tender words filled your ears, the struggle within subsided. The memories of being human receded, replaced by the knowledge of the world you now inhabited. A surreal calm washed over you, bringing acceptance. Suddenly, looking back at the elven woman, you recognized her - Lûthien - your wife, your companion, your everything. *"Navaer, mela en' coiamin"* - Farewell, love of my life, you replied, your heart swelling with adoration for her. You returned her embrace, finding solace in the familiarity, your transformation into the figure of elven lore now complete. With the blessing of the gods, you embraced your new immortal life, archer and protector of the elven world, a chapter of your life ending and a new, eternal chapter beginning. As she sang an elven lullaby "-", her honeyed voice lulling you into acceptance, you realized that you indeed belonged here and this was your reality.
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