Another Witch in Middle Earth (updated)

Chapter 1- The Arrival

I stood there. In shock. How did I get there? Where was I? This obviously wasn't my house, because my house doesn't have a view of endless trees. Long story short, I was taking a nap and woke up in a forest. Which forest was beyond me, considering that I'm actually the worst at geography and history. Wait... when am I? Like where am I in time? For all I know, I could be 6,000 years in the past in the place of what my house used to be.

I decided to take a walk and look around. What's the worst that could happen? I get lost? Again? Anywho, as I was walking, I noticed that I felt a strange sensation in my chest. But, like most things in life, I ignored it.

At least an hour past and at last, a road! If I follow this, I'm bound to get somewhere in civilization, right? Just then, I remembered that I'm wearing a sweatshirt, cargo pants, and converse. What if this is like medieval times or some shit like that? Will I be killed because they think I'm a witch? At that point, I was freaking out but kept walking because, survival? I'm 18 for Christ sake, and I still live with my parents. What am I gonna do? Survive in the wilderness with no weapons and no will to live. Hahaha, that was a joke. Kinda.

Not much happened in the next, what I assumed to be, hours besides me becoming hungry and complaining to myself about it. I moved for a few more minutes until, to my astonishment, a house. I decided to go up to it and knock to see if anyone was home to help me out. I heard footsteps, and I got a little nervous. The door opened, and there stood an older man with old fashioned clothes and a slight slouch. He looked kind, and that relaxed my mind.

"Can I help you, sir?... ma'am?" The kind looking man asked me.

Internally, happy that I passed as an androgynous looking person, I replied, "I'm afraid I'm lost and have no concept of the time or my location, for that matter. I was wondering if you could help me out? Perhaps telling me the date and where I am."

"Oh certainly! My, you look like you could use a bath and a place to stay as well. Would you like to stay the night? I can let you use some of my wife's clothes while yours get washed. We can provide a nice hot meal, it is nearly supper time after all." The kind man smiled as he offered up his home to me.

"That would be absolutely wonderful," I replied, returning the smile. "I would gladly accept, as long as it's ok with your wife, and it won't be a bother."

"Oh no, not at all! Don't be silly. Here, come in. I'll take you to the washroom and tell my wife so she can get you a fresh set of clothes. We'll wash the strange ones you have on currently tomorrow."

I had forgotten all about my clothes before he said that. All I could return was a smile and a thank you before he ushered me inside, and to the washroom. He explained how to work the bath tub, when he saw that I looked very confused while staring at it. I thanked him again and washed up as best I could. 

Putting on the clothes that his wife gave to me, I looked at myself in the old mirror atop the sink.  I laughed as I remembered how miffed his wife looked, that her husband hadn't told her they had company. Shockingly, the clothes they gave me fit fairly well. The top was comfortable despite being slightly itchy and outfit in whole wasn't super form fitting, something I appreciated. They had taken my 'strange clothes' and put them near their own dirty clothes hamper.

When I was finished, I walked to the small kitchen where the man's wife was. I asked if there was anything I could do to help, but she insisted that I just sit at the dining room table, and wait for the food to be ready. Of course, my upbringing would never let someone do something for me while I just lounge around. So I urged her to let me help even if it was something small. Giving up, she said that the table would need to be set. So, I grabbed what was needed and went to work.