Celechwind entered this world in the Second Age. He was fathered by one of the Noldor, a smith and great thinker, but inherited the Silvan grace of his mother, who loved Birches above all trees. In this he was doomed never to rise to the full might of his pedigree, being a child of two worlds, and thereby reduced in stature and potential. Celechwind's inheritance manifests itself rather in brash youth; swift and loudest to laugh, hardest to weep: a bombastic young soul whose wisdom has yet to take root. 

Eregion he once named home before its ruin, and thence took refuge in the vale of Imladris. In this age he is called Oronol, for his heart and dreams long turned to the mountains where Manwë's rule of the winds are unrestrained. And though, like his father, he has turned to smith-craft, he honours his mother in the choice of his garb: a rare material woven under the boughs of Lórien. It may shift from grey, as a shield against unfriendly eyes, to a radiant white like a Silver Birch in full blossom.