Born to a minor noble house in Nargothrond, he was the youngest of of his family. Some said that in his veins ran more Vanyarin blood than Noldorin - indeed his grandfather was one of that folk, and Celegnel inherited much of his traits in both appearance and mindset. He was the least hasty of his siblings and always patient, but loved the arts of crafting as much as any Noldo.
When he was young, he fell in love and was married. She bore him a daughter; fairest of all things for Celegnel.
He saw his brothers perish as they rode in blind rage towards the gates of Angband itself with Gwindor. Celegnel came back from that battle unharmed, having a mind cool enough not to have went with them himself. He returned to the halls of Finrod with his battered father who had had a more ill fate on the battlefield.
Celegnel loved wandering in the hills near the great doors, and he did that often. One time he was returning he from afar saw smoke, and worry struck his heart.
He would find his home in ruins, pillaged and plundered. Orcs were passing through the Gates with no-one to stop them; and on the courtyard he saw a great dragon and the cursed Man who had taken refuge in the halls. Celegnel heard the cries of the captives as they were led like cattle by the cruel orcs, and those cries shattered his heart. He stood there hidden, unable to move as his eyes followed a figure he would have recognised from no matter how large crowd. So perished all that was dear to him; and he decided to flee to the night.
To Doriath he dared not to go; he feared that he, son of a Kinslayer, would not be let in. Gondolin, he though, he would not find; and the sons of Fëanor he wanted to avoid. So he searched for and found the Green-elves of Ossiriand but did not stay long; he joined with a group of Eldar led by Galadriel and Celeborn and passed Ered Lindon to the East, to the vast unknown lands of Middle-earth.
News came; Angband had fallen and the Valar were triumphant. Celegnel rejoiced; with immediate haste he returned to Lindon. But the land was changed, under the waves. He stayed, however, for he was still young and loved the vast lands and untrodden paths of Middle-earth. He built his home to Lindon, though rarely in there he stayed. He came and went to his own liking, loving the hills and waters, woodlands and star-filled nights. The pains of past, though ever remembered, were not so heavy on his mind, and he was glad. Darkness, however, was bound to rise again, and Celegnel went to battle. He took part in the desperate defense of the Havens and charged against the dark hordes on Dagorlad. But then something changed.
When an Elf sees the Sea, ever it will call him. The call was strong indeed within Celegnel, and he was almost about to leave. But something withhld him; he felt that there was something yet to be done, and he waited. Years passed, and again shadow would creep to the hills and woodlands. He fought and he waited, delaying the passage over the Sea. He begun to feel older, the call of the Undying Lands was growing. But he waited, and as a beast follows its prey, so did Celegnel wait to see what the years would bring to him.
