He was sitting with his back to a great tree, as if he was resting. But Aragorn saw that he was pierced with many black feathered arrows; his sword was still in his hand, but it was broken near the hilt; his horn cloven in two was at his side. Many Orcs lay slain, piled all about him and at his feet.
Aragorn knelt beside him,. Boromir open his eyes and strove to speak. At last slow words came. “I tried to take the Ring from Frodo,”he said. “I am sorry. I have paid.” His glance strayed to his fallen enemies, twenty at least lay there.. “They have gone: the Halflings: the Orcs have taken them. I think they are not dead. Orcs bound them.” He paused and his eyes closed wearily. After a moment he spoke again.
“Farewell, Aragorn! Go to Minas Tirith and save my people! I have failed.”
“No!” said Aragorn, taking his hand and kissing his brow. “you have conquered. Few have gained such a victory. Be at peace! Minas Tirith shall not fall!”
“Which way did they go? Was Frodo there?” said Aragorn
But Boromir did not speak again.
The Passing of Boromir son of Denethor: Lord of the Rings