Elarwen, the immortal and radiant Queen of the Elves, had ruled for millennia. Her beauty was flawless, her wisdom unmatched, her kingdom prosperous beyond measure — and yet, she felt empty. Perfection had become her prison. She had everything, and therefore, nothing.

Seeking meaning, she tried lovers of all kinds, but none stirred her heart. Danger thrilled her for moments, but immortality made it meaningless. Wherever she went, her beauty made others serve her, adore her — never challenge her. Watching mortals suffer, love, and struggle made her envy them. They were alive. She was not.

Desperate, Elarwen turned to forbidden magic. She wanted to be mortal — flawed, poor, ugly — to feel alive. One night, she wandered into the filthiest tavern of a wretched town. Inside, drunken men fought and laughed, women shouted, and life burned in chaos. That’s when she saw Marda — an obese, elderly tavern woman. Her face was rough, her back bent, her spirit weary. Men mocked her, threw bottles when she refused them. And yet, she endured. Elarwen was captivated.

When the tavern emptied, Elarwen asked Marda to sit with her. Marda sighed as she spoke of her miserable life — the cruel customers, the fat and lazy husband, the endless pain. Elarwen listened in silence, her resolve firming. Then she smiled.

Elarwen: “I am the Elf Queen. And you, Marda, have what I desire most. Let us trade — our lives, our fates.”

Before Marda could protest, Elarwen grasped her hands and whispered:

“By the power granted to me, I command the gods — let Marda and I exchange bodies... permanently!”

Their souls traveled to each other´s bodies.

Marda gasped as she woke up inside Elowen´s beautiful and perfect body, she felt her pain vanish — her limbs light, her breath effortless. She touched her face, her flawless skin.

Marda: “I... I am you! Why would you do this?!”

Elarwen, now inside Marda’s obese and elderly body, only smiled. She felt the weight, the aching knees, the raw exhaustion — and it filled her with joy. For the first time in centuries, she felt alive, she walked to a mirror to see her new face, the fatness, the crooked teeth, she noticed she stunk due to the sweat of worked, she loved everything about her new body

Elarwen: I find true beauty in this body...believe it or not, go to the elven kingdom, live as queen, let me enjoy your struggles she said with her new raspy voice and smiled with her new ugly and fat face