For most of his childhood, Ardron had lived in the Norcrofts with his mother, father, sister, three dogs, four chickens, and two horses. He had become skilled cultivating the land, finding water, and foraging. The Rohirrim that frequented the Norcrofts taught him whatever they could, and he became a skilled fighter as well as a farmer.

When he had aged to seventeen winters, his father had contracted a serious illness. No remedies were present in the area to cure him, and his mother and sister had to stay to tend to their lands, so naturally, the responsibility fell to Ardron to ride and find something to heal his sick father. He was given most of the family funds.

For four years, his father suffered, until Ardron finally appeared in the distance, waving a satchel.

So his father lived, Ardron grew a manly beard, everyone was happy, da-da-da. Right? Wrong.

Those four years of riding had whetted Ardron's taste for adventure and exploring.  He stayed home for another year before finally packing up his necessities, waving to his family, and trotting off on his horse.

Five years later, he found his way to Bree, where he met Eorland and became drunk for a long time until he gave news to Ardron that a group of wayward Rohirrim were gathering near Hengstacer's Farm to the north and were planning to ride home in a group.

He couldn't refuse - every month of Sauron's threat brought waves and waves of orcs, half-orcs, conscripted goblins, and foreign mercenaries to choke the lands, and he wanted to see his family again. He figured he'd have a better chance in a group.

And so began an epic journey where he passed on his knowledge of combat to a woman named Ysle, crossed the mountains dividing Eriador and Rhovanion, took a return trip halfway through the mountains with some dwarves and Yrminas to rescue lost company members, nearly had his jewels chopped off when he tried to train young Kennia, got involved in legendary drinking competitions with Eorland, was given the nickname "Ardy," and came close to getting killed several times (needless to say).