Thanks for your enthusiasm, Jedi :) But just wait, it gets worse...
I don't own LotR
Wyniel felt like she had been hit with a brick. Her mouth agape, she could only stare at the figure across the river. She had stumbled backward but hadn't fallen, still clutching her child to her chest. She hadn't even heard the horses galloping up behind her, but the sight of one giant stallion in front of her broke her concentration. The orc was now running away, and several men on horseback were chasing him. But Wyniel didn't care, she was too much concerned, and confused, about what had just happened. So out of care, Wyniel looked down to make sure Ecthelion wasn't hurt.
She cried out when she saw the thick black arrow sticking out of his back.
Boromir was the first to reach his wife. He jumped off the saddle right in front of her, and froze when he saw the two: Wyniel seemed lost, staring blankly into the distance with her mouth open. She blinked and looked down, then cried out in alarm. Boromir approached her, gently touching the hair of his child's head. He didn't move: Ecthelion's arms and legs were limp, and his white gown began to turn red.
Boromir cried.