Boromir shifted his feet, regaining his balance after turning to deflect a hit. He tried to glance behind him, to see if the hobbits had escaped, but... No, they were still there.
He stepped up to trade blows with his next foe. “Run!” he yelled again. He hoped they obeyed this time. He would die before he’d allow one curly hair on their heads be harmed.
He looked down in surprise at the arrow that suddenly sprouted from his chest. He wavered a moment, his gaze drifting briefly to the treetops. He prayed his sacrifice would not be in vain.