Laurana is Born

Just so you know, most of the writing on the blog is unedited.  :)  This is the part where Laurana is born, and I think it's very sad.  :(

Anyway, enjoy!  And please leave a comment, my precious!  This is pretty cheesy, and I know that.  But my other stuff won't be half as bad!  I wrote this when I ten, as well, and now I am thirteen.  Big difference!  :)

As well as this, please do not steal anything.  This belongs to me.  It is a fanfiction.  Most of it belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien, but anything unrecognizable belongs to me.  Thank you.  :)
-Madeline

“Celine! Listen to me! You need to push! Push now, Celine! Now!” Selena cried. Her daughter, the pregnant Celine, was heavy with child. Not an hour before had her water broke and now she was having the baby. Celine was already sick at the time and it pained Selena to see her fair young daughter struggle to bring the baby in the world. “Push, Celine, now!” Selena cried again.

            Celine face became twisted with pain and then she screamed. And out slipped a baby girl. One of the women surrounding Selena and Celine rushed forward with a soft blanket. The baby began to cry frantically and refused to open her eyes. The woman handed the bundle to Selena and she carefully wrapped the girl in the soft cloth before she handed the infant to the pale mother.

            “Oh, she’s beautiful,” whispered Celine as she looked at her first child.

            “Yes, she is,” whispered Selena. All her life had she wanted a granddaughter! And now she had one.

            “Mother,” said Celine. Her face was unusually pale and tight. Her beautiful blue eyes were full of fear. “I feel so weak….” She whispered.

            “Oh, no,” whispered Selena as she crouched down next to her daughter. “You’ll be fine, Celine.”

            “But I’m not,” replied Celine. “Mother, name her Laurana. Laurana Celena Sylvanester, will be her name.”

            Selena nodded. “Her name is beautiful, just like her.”

            There was a flicker of a smile on Celine’s face, and she leaned into the pillow.  Her breathing became more shallow and tight and her eyelids fluttered. One of the women rushed forward and grabbed the baby just before Celine’s breathing stopped.

“She’s dead.” Said one of the women in a soft voice.

Selena nodded slowly, wishing it were not true. The baby screamed.