Born in Mirkwood, Celethor was a laughing young elf, full of merriment. He was an able hunter and often went out with the other hunters to slay orcs and other foul creatures of Mirkwood. When he had reached a ripe age of 300, his parents decided to visit their kin in Rivendell. Worried that his parents might be troubled while crossing the Misty Mountains, Celethor offered to escort them. So he and his family made their way across the wilderness and to the mountains. They had been making good time until they reached Caradhas. Waylaid by a small snowstorm, they set up camp. Orcs heard them from their tunnels and set upon them suddenly. Celethor was pinned by a rock that some mighty orc had hurled at him and could only watch helplessly as his parents were brutally mauled by the orcs. By some blessing of the Valar, he managed to be unseen. The orcs left with their spoils leaving Celethor alone and with little food in the midst of the mountains. He was found days later by a scout near Rivendell. He was tired and hungry, but recovered well within the Last Homely House. But ever since that day he has been a grim elf, with a fey gleam in his eye whenever combat finds it way to him. He now serves as a scout and marksman for Master Elrond. Glad is he when orcs he can slay and it will be a sad day in Mordor if they ever capture him and drop their guard.