Legolas and Gimli snuck swiftly down the hillside, both giving an acknowledging look to Latoya before continuing to the clearing and abruptly stopping in their tracks at the sight of the dead body of Boromir. They both bowed their heads, and after a moment Legolas kneeled beside Aragorn and spoke with him.

Latoya stayed back, partially because she felt like an intruder, partially because the sight of the dead orks disturbed her. The blank staring eyes and slack faces that almost looked like there was a faint smile on their lips despite the animalistic teeth. She shuddered slightly.
Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were still speaking, but after a while Latoya heard them moving around the clearing, so she turned her head and saw that they were looting the dead orks for weapons. She kept on glancing at the trio once in a while as they collected the weapons an shields into a pile. Aragorn found the two hobbits' daggers and Legolas refilled his quiver with arrows. The men took a moment to wonder at the four uruk-hai among the killed orks. Gimli cut some tree branches and together the three men created a litter out of the branches and cloaks, then moved Boromir's body onto the litter along with some choice ork weapons.

Meanwhile Latoya walked closer, her mouth a tight line as she forced herself to look at the dead orks. This was a sight she would probably have to get used to. She turned her eyes to Boromir's dead body. As was this. No mind in trying to avoid it, then, she thought.

Aragorn and Legolas lifted the litter and with some trouble carried it to the river shore. Gimli and Latoya followed after them.
Latoya stayed with Aragorn while Legolas and Gimli fetched the boats. The ranger kept an eye on the curious girl, who had seated herself on the ground some feet away and wrapped her arms around her knees, looking into the horizon. She had fallen into a silence for there was no use in speaking, and in stead pondered about the future. She knew the trio would survive, so she would probably be safe if she stuck to them, however, she would also be a hindrance, that much was certain. Martial arts or weaponry hadn't ever been of interest to her; her only experiences were from fights with her brothers, her knowledge of bladed weapons limited to Arya Stark's »stick with the pointy end» (although she figured that applied more to the skinny type of swords like Needle and »hack with the sharp edge» would probably be more applicable to the swords and knives these people preferred), and archery really would not have been her forté even if it had been of interest to her - her eyesight was rotten. In all honesty, she had always been more interested in horses and yarn than kicking ass.
The trio would soon start to run after the orks and then meet Éomer, Latoya thought, and grimaced at the memory of the gruesome staked head of an uruk she remembered from the film. Then they would go into the forest and meet Gandalf, and head to Rohan. Which would probably be the safest place for her to stay, for one thing was for certain; she was not going to Minas Tirith. She did not want to be anywhere near the battle that would ensue there. She rubbed her face with her palms and looked up to see Legolas and Gimli paddling up the river in their boats.

As the trio of men pulled the boats ashore, Legolas spoke to Aragorn in his elven, slightly boyish voice, which was set to a stark contrast by Gimli's lower rumble. Latoya stood up and wandered slightly off as the three men lifted the body of Boromir into the boat, arranging it to their liking and lifting the weapons of the orks to the corpse's feet.

Latoya found a rowan, and for lack of anything else, she plucked out a twig of red berries and went to place it in the boat with the body. She noticed the men had cut the arrows and combed the corpse's hair, and with his hands holding the handle of the broken sword on his chest, the wounds in his chest mostly covered, he nearly looked asleep if one didn't pay mind to his unnatural stillness. Latoya looked at the sprig in her hand and started to feel quite dumb. Boromir had died a warrior's death, he didn't need a stupid plant with him on his last journey. She dropped the sprig among the ork's weapons and stalked further away from the questioning eyes of the trio. Legolas picked up the sprig and slipped it under the corpse's fingers with the handle of the sword. He would not have it among the weapons of the fallen enemies.

Aragorn called to Latoya and motioned towards the empty boat, which the girl took to mean that she should climb into it, so that she did. She sat in silence as they rowed near the shore, and she looked around to see that they passed the green slope where the campsite was. She heard the roaring of tumbling water, and saw the mist the waterfall lifted into the air, and the steep cliffs of a mountain rising right up from the water. It was all quite majestic, and unlike anything she had seen before.

Boromir's boat was let go, and the quartet watched in silence as it was taken away by the current. Finally Aragorn spoke, and then he started to sing. Latoya had to look up to him in surprise, for to her such an action would not have seemed natural. In a church, yes, but here, in the middle of a river, where the oars had to move all the time to keep the boat from being taken by the current, Aragorn sang alone and without instruments to accompany him. Latoya could recognise stray words; Rohan, Boromir, Denethor; but most was unintelligible, and the only thing she got from the song were the tears swelling in her eyes. And then sang Legolas, his voice high and clear, and the song was finished by Aragorn. Latoya wrapped her arms around her knees and looked at the flowing river as Legolas rowed the boat back upstream. She felt somehow empty, and she knew it was not caused by Boromir's death. In all honesty it wouldn't have touched her much at all if she hadn't seen how it touched these three men. No, her emptiness came from a much more selfish source, and Boromir's death had only alleviated the sense of finality she felt. Everything she had strived for up to this point was gone, and she would have to start from nothing. It wasn't something she wanted to think about.