That morning, when Eryndor saw his opponents, he did not have the courage to give the command to attack. He felt that his foot army stood no chance against these white brutes, and decided to change this strategy.
He had also seen how the white giants directed their full focus towards him and shouted: "Who is your leader? Let us negotiate!" To which one man stepped forward and stammered in a very broken language: "I-I'm L-Leader! T-t-talk OK."
Eryndor invited the man to sit under a dead tree. When the man asked what race Eryndor belonged to, he answered, 'Elf'... The man nodded and repeated, 'N'Ellvie'.
After long and difficult discussions, Eryndor and the white giant decided to allow the giants into all parts of the land except for the Wood where Eryndor and his kin lived. The giants would also refrain from engaging in any possible disputes between Elves and other humanoids.
Eryndor mounted his horse and explained the treaty to his soldiers, watched by the white giants.
"We regard this agreement as symbolic of the desire of our two peoples never to go to war with one another.I believe it is peace for our time." "From now on, this treaty will be remembered for the small town here a little further on, as the Treaty of Monacum." To which a deafening cheer erupted in the Elvish army. (CLICK ON THE IMAGE FOR MORE BACKGROUND INFO IN THE BLOG)