Celegeth is little over 1000 courses of the sun in age, having been born in the peaceful time after Eärnur of Gondor, Glorfindel, and others defeated the forces of Angmar and drove the Witch-king from the north. Her parents dwelt in Lindon, in Círdan's great harbour city of Mithlond.

Her parents are descended from Grey-elves, refugees from the Falas, in Beleriand that is lost. Her father, Pethrondir, is a musician. Her mother, Thalawyn, is a painter, a well-regarded if not prolific one: sometimes she takes 10 years or more to finish a painting. (Her parents were a little disappointed that Celegeth did not show any talent for the arts.)

Growing up with less parental supervision than most of her friends, Celegeth learned to relish her independence. She spent much time down by the shipyards, watching the craftsmen build the beautiful white ships that take the Elder Children to the West. She liked to wander along the shores of Lindon, counting the waves, observing the coastal wildlife, floating in a boat and fishing... She also liked to visit the hostelries in Mithlond, to hear travelers tell tales of far-off lands, and the various peoples of Ennorath.

And she haunted the smithies in Mithlond, running errands and working the bellows, until the blacksmiths (in amusement) started to teach her the crafting of metal. The acrid smell of steel and brimstone, the sharp clang of the hammer striking metal, the hiss of the forge-hot sword dipped into cooling water delighted her. She can shoe a horse, or mend a pot, and is practicing the crafting of weapons.

Lately, due in part to a disappointment, she has left Mithlond in search of a meaning and purpose for her life.