"Both his brothers had kingdoms in the north that fell with no survivors, and while he was riding up north in what would prove a futile mission to rescue them, his escort was ambushed and took serious losses and was rescued by some humans. He gave the leader of the humans a ring, swore him friendship in any need, arrived north too late, came back - he was torn up about it, of course, but functional.
And then the human's son showed up. The human had died, and the son had gotten it into his head to marry Lúthien, and her father had told him that the bride-price would be a Silmaril off Morgoth's crown. The Silmarils being extremely powerful extremely dangerous magic objects that my grandfather died trying to keep from the Enemy - my father made them - you don't need to know what all they do beyond that if we had them we'd have won the war long ago -
- anyway, the kid takes this as 'so I have a chance' and shows up in Nargothrond to ask the King to help him steal a Silmaril off Morgoth's head, and the King agreed, and started mobilizing the kingdom for a suicide mission to try it."