Aragorn, Ch. 1: The Departure of Boromir, The Two Towers
At first, he did not truly understand that death had struck. That so mighty a man had so quietly smiled, paled and died strained Aragornís belief. He tightened his grip on Boromirís fingers; but to no avail. The tide of life had receded, leaving the warriorís sword-hand limp and cool.
Aragorn felt the tears slide down his face before he realized that he had shed them. The man born to be his Steward was slain, slain on his watch, slain while he himself had taken not even a scratch.
Stars and Stones and Tree! What shall I say to Denethor?