Cellinbors life began in Tornhad, where he learned the art of fighting until the age of twenty. He had always had a curiosity in Dwarrows, and Elves, so once old enough he left to aid the efforts in the mountains of Ered Luin. It was there he first learned to appreciate coffee, as it served a good respite from the cold.

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After watching over the Mountains for many years, Cellinbor was sent to bring word of the efforts in Ered Luin to their Eastern kin. It was while he was journeying to Esteldin, that a fel orc blade struck his eye prolonging his journey to the camp. He would never recover sight in that eye, but far to great is his pride to let a simple wound like that, stop him from his mission. He arrived at Esteldin late in the year, and stayed there there a short, It was there that he healed from his wound, and began regaining his strength. Early in the next year he grew restless to return to the mountains, but instead was summoned to ride with the Grey Company in the aid of Aragorn. There he would fight at Pellenor, and witness the King's return. Cellinbor holds many names in the places he visits, among the Dwarves he is known as Fjallgierr, the Mountain Spear. Amoung his kin he is known as Cellinbor, some of the Elves of Lhun know him as Orodion and amoung the folk of Bree he known as Randir. And though he would like to keep it at that, his kin bestowed upon him the name Cellinbeard in honor of his Dwarven side.