You know those stories where the squeeing fan girl wakes up in Middle- Earth and can speak perfect Elvish? Then Legolas falls madly in love with her? Yeah, this isn't one of those stories.
When I woke up in Middle-Earth I had no idea where I was or even who I was. Westron is nothing like English and learning Elvish is hard.
Not to mention that my first conscious experience was with a group of orcs. And let me tell you the orcs in Tolkein's stories were saints compared to the real thing.
Long story short: I was royally screwed.