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Battle of the Golden Wood, The: 9. Recovery and Threat
A long day had passed in toil. Tasariel's outriders returned to the makeshift barracks set up in the angle between Silverlode and the Lady's wards. Some curried and tended their horses, while others began the tedious task of cleaning and repairing armour. Haldir's folk took up once more the watch on the door of Moria, and an uneasy peace fell. Smoke curled out of the Black Pit of the Dwarrowdelf, and changing winds brought long banners of fume and ash out of Mirkwood. The sky to the East began in sulphur and deepened into soot as shadow crept forth from Mordor, harbinger of its armies.
Haldir walked about the camp, checking its order. All was well. With freedom to think, he marvelled again at the Lady's bravery in choosing this place - this small wood between three of the Enemy's strongholds - as her own land. Long ago, when the Dwarves first stirred up the Balrog of Moria, Amroth, King of Lorien, had fled from its threat with many of his folk, choosing to run to the Havens rather than stand firm. Lorien might have perished then, but that the Lord and Lady heard the people's pleas for help and left their home in Belfalas to settle here and rule in Amroth's stead.
Haldir sighed, looking out at the advancing darkness of the sky. Amroth had been all consumed by love, and perhaps had little choice but to follow Nimrodel in her flight to the sea. He could not blame the King. But Amroth's retreat made Haldir's regard for the Lord and Lady all the stronger. They have been steadfast for us. Now we will endure for them.
The breeze freshened, and the trees tossed overhead, and of a sudden the sound was of the ocean. Gulls wailed, and a voice full of sorrow cried out words he could not quite catch. There was a tang of salt in the air, and the slap of ropes on the masts of ships all long ago fallen to the still places in the deeps of the water. Ever, when the wind was in the South, the voice of Amroth would be blown from the sea, where he had drowned, still striving to be reunited with his beloved. It was a familiar sound, but no less eerie for that. "Stars shine on your face, Majesty," Haldir said to the wind, "But one lost King is enough. No more."
"And thus we see why Haldir is exiled to the borders of the Dwarrowdelf." Tasariel appeared beside him; a tall woman of the Noldor, lithe and strong and ...lordly... in her tunic, trousers, and leather gambesson, "Talking to the dead? It is an ill craft."
"Forgive me, lady," Haldir laughed softly, and nodded at the busy encampment with its many fires, smells of cooking, and raised, challenging voices. "I am not used to such crowds. Oft on our patrols my brothers and I have no one to speak to but the air. It is a hard habit to break."
"Yet we are a host," she said, "And it were ill to face death with a night of such grim thoughts behind us. Let us rather use this peace in a time of storm to rejoice, that we may be strengthened for tomorrow."
At her council Haldir felt chilled. If it had come to snatching every last bliss before ruin, then there truly must be little hope. But he nodded, "Aye, let the Enemy listen to our laughter, and may it choke him."
So as the sun went down, lighting the spill of Mordor cloud from beneath, the elves on the Northern border made preparations for a feast.
While twilight still lingered above the mountains, a horn-call rang out, further in the woods. Turning to it, Haldir saw the healers returning - Orophin among them, his wheat-blond hair marking him out even at a great distance. He looked still sobered and silent, calmer than he had been during the battle, but only as the surface of quicksand is calm, when no unwary beast has yet trodden it.
"Should he be here?" said Tasariel, with a touch of dismissive arrogance, as though she had no time for Silvan frailty, "Unrecovered, returning to a situation he knows he cannot endure?"
Then Haldir was wroth, "Lady," he said, "How else is he to learn? If a child is tossed from a horse once, and frightened, is it not a greater friendship to put him straight back on? I am proud of him that he is making a second attempt." And he went to embrace his brother and welcome him back.
Night fell, and the few stars were dim in the heavens, obscured by mists and smoke, but the garrison of Moria set out lanterns in the trees, and banners of gold and silver, pricked with bells that chimed softly as the breezes stirred them. The healers had brought word from the Lady Galadriel that no attack would come this night, nor early in the morning, so they drank and were merry in the face of death. And many who had been tense and close to tears, as Orophin had, were eased by this proof that joy could coexist with sorrow.
But when Linion, Tasariel's minstrel, opened his mouth to sing - first to bring melody into the darkness - Haldir arose and left the warmth of the fires, passing beyond the wards to a place where he could not hear the music. He spent the rest of the night alone, quietly making arrows. For he had sworn not to listen to any song before Orophin's, and Orophin remained silent.
There was feasting also in Caras Galadhon. The sides of the healer's pavilion were rolled up so that all within could see the merriment. Where there had been one harper there were now three, challenging each other in a light hearted game of skill. The sick were brought such tender meats as they could manage, and watered wine, and encouraged to turn their faces towards the laughter and the lights.
Cyn was recovered enough to teach Ithildir - occupant of the nearest bed to his - how to play Tafl. It proved a long game as one or the other of them would drift into sleep between moves, but they seemed to manage well enough, he with no elvish and the elf with no Westron.
Tired beyond measure, wept dry, Leofwyn rocked Scild in her arms and watched Gytha run up and down from one end of the pavilion to the next. "Child," she said, "Be still, you fret the injured."
Gytha ran to her side immediately and looked up with bright impudence. Now she was no longer afraid for her father some of her pliable good behaviour had worn off. "Lady, I want to look at the feast. I want to go see Oswy. May I, please?"
"I..." she knew not what she wanted to say or why she was so reluctant. It would be safe enough for the girl to go just to the fountain clearing. Likely her only danger would be that she would be smothered with over kindliness.
"You could come with me. Daddy doesn't mind, do you daddy?"
Cyn smiled indulgently but raised his weary gaze to Leofwyn rather than his daughter, "It does me good to see her happy. Would you?"
She felt bullied - like a reluctant horse being goaded towards a jump it feared. Part of her yearned to stay in silence and darkness; to sit by Oshelm's cairn and care for nothing more until swift thirst sent her to his side. But then who would look after Scild? Could she leave him here motherless, to be raised by some elf-woman, ignorant of his birthright, of his very kind? She sighed and pulled herself to her feet laboriously, putting out a hand for the girl, "Very well then. Though we will not stay long. Elves may sing all night, but little girls need their sleep."
Leofwyn walked in silence, but Gytha soon pulled her hand away and began the to and fro running of an ill trained dog - or an exuberant child. Folk, gliding like faint lights towards the sounds of merriment, eddied around her effortlessly, and one slender flautist stopped to lean down and place a garland of violets on her hair. Their faces mirrored one another in startled joy for a moment, before he laughed and fled back to the smiling lady he walked with.
"Look!" said Gytha, twirling in place with her hands outstretched, the small purple flowers nodding over her curly blonde hair and pink cheeks, "Isn't it beautiful! ...Oh!"
They had come to the edge of the fountain glade. In the darkness the great mallorn was ablaze with lanterns - white as starlight, golden as the sun, green as summertime. Torches and lamps flared on every tree and the clearing was full of leaping fires, and elves. Elves with flowers in their gleaming hair, white gems glittering on their raiment, happiness on their faces and voices loud with mirth.
At the end of a long line of feasters the Lord and Lady sat, he crowned with yellow elanor and she with white niphredil. Beside them sat Lord Calandil, who had taken Oswy away this morning to teach him his new duties and had not yet allowed him back. Calandil's wreath of mayblossom sat a little drunkenly on his gold-wound plaits, Leofwyn thought, and unexpectedly the small imperfection made her smile.
The fountain leapt and dazzled, full of lamp and fire and starlight. The air was sweet with song. Pipe, lute and drum combined in racing melody, at once otherworldly and full of excitement. Someone handed her a bowl of roast meat and buttered greens and new baked bread. Sitting down, a little dazed, she watched Gytha scramble away from her side and plunge into the dancing, to be swept up and spun in circles by a reveller; her laughter joining theirs.
I... am alive, she thought, with some resentment but more marvel. I am alive, and the night is fair, and there is still good in the world. She thought of the destruction of her village and the death of her husband, the prospect that tomorrow the enemy would strike again, and more would die, crushed beneath a tide of orcs, and it seemed strange to her, almost callous, to feast and rejoice in the face of that.
It was callous, perhaps. And yet she felt better for it.
One of the other pages handed Oswy a full jug of wine and hooked away the empty that dangled from Oswy's fingers without breaking step. "Le hannon!" said Oswy a little self consciously, and grinned with satisfaction at the look of cool approval he received in return. He had not done so badly for himself during his day of cleaning armour. He now knew the names of many of the squires and had acquired a few - terribly accented - phrases in elvish.
On the other side of the clearing he saw his mother, eating with a faint smile on her face, and Gytha, red to her hairline, panting and giggling. Seeing him she waved, gulped down a drink and then disappeared among the dancers. Leofwyn nodded at him, and the pride in her eyes warmed him through. Taking the wine to Calandil, Oswy felt briefly well content. His family were turning their faces towards life as meadow daisies open to greet the sun.
He sighed and looked up. The sky was slate grey overhead, and the gibbous moon rode above their revelry among wracks of heavy cloud. Its white light was devoured by shadow even as he watched, and - born on the night air like a vapour - fear seemed to flow from the East and curl about him. The music and laughter of elvish celebration fell away, and the warmth of the fires grew chill. It seemed that all lights sickened, and Oswy wanted to tear his eyes from the sky, but he was caught. Dread fell on him as he saw, high above the trees, a black speck come drifting. Ash from a fire, it could have been, except there was purpose in its flight.
No crow. No raven even. He swallowed, his mouth gone suddenly dry, his breath full of the taste of tin. The black speck was no more a speck. It flew towards them - towards him - and its speed was greater than the wind. The lamplight faltered, and the stars swooned before it as it swelled and grew, huge and fell. The moon covered his face. And then it was upon them, turning above the clearing with a thin, cold cry. A voice that spoke of poison, and yearning, as a ghost might cry, desiring and hating the blood of the living. Terror stopped Oswy's heart. He breathed in despair, knowing himself to be alone, worthless, contemptible, and - letting the wine fall from his hands - he cowered before the black wings, covering his face.
Then Lady Galadriel stood, a slender elf-woman crowned with white flowers. She spread out her arms in a gesture of denial towards the night borne abomination. Light leapt from her hands like the dazzling fountain bursting from the earth. It seemed the pillar of radiance would transfix the black flying thing above them, but at the last moment it broke, wheeled away and departed towards Dol Guldur, its shrill cry freezing the night behind it.
Galadriel lowered her hands, brushing them against her skirt as if to shake off dirt. "The servants of the Dark Lord are unmannerly," she said, speaking into a sudden silence, "I do not recall inviting Lord Khamul to our feast." Her eyes were fierce, a ferocity mirrored in her husband's smile.
"I will rebuke him for it when we meet," said Celeborn, laughing.
The feast began again, and in defiance it seemed in better cheer than before. But Oswy sat, hugging his knees and trying not to weep. Terror had departed with the dwimmerlaik, but stronger than ever lay the conviction of utter worthlessness on him. They make a jest of it. And I cannot even raise my head and look at it. He knew his cowardice had been seen and noted. His brief tenure as a warrior of Lorien was over. Tomorrow he would be back with the other children, and rightly so.
A comforting hand fell on his shoulder. He looked up with astonishment into the narrow, delicate face of Lord Calandil. The moon turned the elf's fair skin into silver, inhuman and beautiful.
"I am no good after all," Oswy said. He would rather the condemnation came out of his own mouth, allowing him at least the virtue of humility. He picked up the fallen wine jug. It was of course empty, the grass stained and sodden at his feet. "I am sorry."
But Calandil's gaze was measured. Without pity or blame. "Do not think you are the only Man ever to react thus to the Nazgul," he said, "This fear is their power, and it waxes great beneath the Shadow of Mordor. But forewarned is forearmed. You know now what to expect, Oswy, when you ride out to war against the forces of Darkness."
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Lie Down in the Darkness, Rise up from the Ash: 29. Underhill
East ran the road for some time ere it changed and plunged south towards a great spur of rock. Frodo and Sam plodded along their chosen path as it looped about that outcropping, then turned sharply east once more as the land began to rise. Frodo was staggering, and inwardly he blessed Sam's insistence at the Crossroads, for without that brief pause and meal, he doubted that he would have come so far save by crawling like a beast. It was as if the Crossroads had marked more than a mere meeting and parting of ways; it was as if beyond them, they had left the world of the West behind and entered wholly into another, where but one will ruled, and their own was an affront to the order of things.
Nevertheless, onward they trudged. The Ring burned in the hand Frodo kept fisted in his pocket about it, and his arm throbbed steadily, as if the wraith's passage had awakened the memory of flesh–ice numbed his shoulder once more, and he wondered if the world were truly so dark as it seemed, or whether, as after Weathertop, it were only his eyes that were so blind. At least it is not fire yet, Frodo reminded himself, chanting it in his mind over and over again as he plodded along beside Sam.
As they walked, that rumbling that had sounded every so often during their march through Ithilien, and again at the Crossroads, grew in volume and frequency. It was as if the very earth complained, and Frodo shivered, aware, suddenly, of its nature. The Ring, he sensed, was calling it, or else was called by it–strange as it seemed, there was an affinity between them, between the song of metal that Frodo had heard so often in his dreams of late and the distant thundering. Mount Doom. Frodo was scarcely aware of having spoken aloud, until he heard Sam's concerned voice answering:
Frodo shook his head sharply, and shuddered as he replied, "The sound. It's the mountain; it's awake." At that Sam sucked in a breath, and dragged his eyes up to the dark horizon before them, to that odd patch of luminous sky just over the mountains.
"I suppose it is. Well, that ought to make it easy to find," he muttered, glancing aside at Frodo then to see what reaction that might get. Frodo merely sighed, too tired to attempt to smile, and unwilling to tell Sam that even were Mount Doom one peak like any other, he would be unable to mistake it.
In silence they walked then, heads bent as they toiled against the heavy sense of dread that lay over the land. Weary as he was, Frodo had eyes only for the path before him, as much of it as he could see. But after a time, he became aware of light on the edges of his vision, and he glanced sideways, wondering what it might be. Even as he did so, however, Sam stopped dead before him, and Frodo collided with a gasp.
"Sorry, Mr. Frodo!" Sam hastened to apologize, reaching out to steady him with one hand even as he pointed with the other. "Look!"
This time, Frodo turned fully and so beheld the horror of Minas Morgul. The Tower of Sorcery rose high above the walls of the Dead City, at once splendid and terrible, and the more terrible because splendid. But the walls of white stone seemed dim; the tower was dark upon the heights. Nothing stirred in Morgul vale, unless it was the fume that rose from the river, and stirred the deformed petals of the pale flowers that thronged the fields. 'Twas they that gleamed mutely in the night as fallen stars, bright over the darkness of the earth, sending up a sickly illumination.
"Don't much like the look of that," Sam murmured, shifting foot to foot nervously.
"Nor I. But," Frodo replied, and frowned, eyes narrowing as he stared at the tower.
"But?" Sam asked, after a brief pause.
"I think," Frodo said slowly, "that the watchers are asleep. The tower is blind, for its master has gone to war."
"How can you tell?" Sam asked, brow knit as he glanced at Frodo.
"It is a feeling in the heart," he replied, without taking his eyes from the tower. "You feel it as well, or we'd not stand here so calmly. Besides, where else would that host have come from?" At that, Sam grunted, and nodded. After a moment more, with an effort of will, Frodo tore his gaze from the city of the wraiths, and turning to Sam, said quietly, "Still, we should not linger. Let us go on."
Past the bridge that led over the river the road ran, and along the stonework that ran beside it they went, and when they found the gap in the wall, and the little path behind it, they took it. Up they climbed, 'til the noisome light of the flowers had faded beneath the brume. Hand in hand, the hobbits walked, fearful of losing each other or making a misstep, as they trod the ledges of Morgul Vale. "Like spiders, Andy, like spiders," Sam was heard to mutter on more than one occasion, and his hand in Frodo's was slick with sweat. Frodo, for his part, clung tightly to it, and not only because the way was dark–the Ring was in his pocket, and his hand itched and tingled, hot amid the ice that deadened the rest of his arm; hot where that band of metal had lain. Ever and anon, longing so deep would well up that it pained him, almost, not to reach for it, and he thought poor Sam's fingers must be crushed within his grip, so tightly did he squeeze. But Sam said nothing, and in silence they continued, save for the occasional mutter from Sam and the seeming mournful groans of the Mountain.
They had crept and fumbled their slow way along a narrow shelf of rock when of a sudden, the way bent, and the hobbits, rounding the corner, found themselves on a flat expanse of bare rock, and the path ran away up into a crack in the stone wall before them. "What's this, then?" Sam asked in a hushed voice.
"Faramir said the way would go up into the mountains," Frodo said, thinking hard to remember that voice from the shadows.
"I don't know as it goes up," Sam declared. "I can't see a thing!"
For a time, the two hobbits stood peering helplessly into the gloom. At last, however, Sam hefted his pack with an audible clank! of shifting cooking gear, and said determinedly, "Dark or not, it's the way, and we're not gettin' no further on it by just standing here." Fingers tightened about Frodo's hand, as he said, "Let's have look, shall we Mr. Frodo?"
Wordlessly, Frodo nodded, and with a deep breath, they walked into the gap, and thus began the ascent of the Stairs of Cirith Ungol.
Sam cursed softly under his breath as the rock beneath him shifted, breaking under his weight, and a newly cracked edge dug into his knee. But his breath came so thin and fearful, the words were lost in his panting. With an effort, he lifted his head and peered up into the darkness, sniffling softly and blinking the sweat from his eyes. He could not see Frodo before him; the blood was pounding so in his ears that he could not hear him, either, and only if he reached and found a foot or the edge of a cloak had he proof, even, that he existed. Indeed, so dark was the way that the hobbits, after perhaps ten steps, had had to give up the attempt to walk them. Now, they crawled upon hands and knees, pulling themselves up that steep and ancient way; their knees were bloody, their fingers aching, and every muscle shrieked silent protest as they forced themselves to take the next crumbling stair, and then the next, and the next, in torturous repetition. The sheer walls of the stairwell seemed to close in on them, stifling and oppressive, and over all, the will of that one beat down upon them.
But at last, when it seemed to Sam that he had never known another life than the endless climbing of the stair, suddenly, he heard Frodo cry out softly. "Sir?" he gasped, and heaved himself upward... onto a sudden flat. And no matter how far he stretched his arms, he could find no stair before them. It's done! he thought, dizzy with elation. We've made it! But his elation was tempered by concern, as he felt for his master and found him lying boneless and shivering. "Mr. Frodo?" Frodo moaned in the darkness, and Sam bit his lip, fearful that his master had swooned and would now be difficult to rouse, though he dutifully began shaking him.
And perhaps Frodo had swooned, for he jerked of a sudden, and an arm swept wide, clouting Sam on the ear. Sam let out a yelp, then hastily covered his mouth, for the sound echoed. "Frodo!"
"I'm sorry! But I can't, I can't, Sam," Frodo's voice came back then, in a pathetic whimper.
"Yes, you can," Sam replied firmly, without bothering to ask what could or could not be done. "You must. We've got to keep on going, sir. You said it yourself, there's no choice!" Ignoring his own aching back, he got an arm about Frodo's shoulders and lifted, trying to get Frodo at least back on his knees. His master was a dead weight in his arms, and he thought of how feeble his grip had felt all the long way up the path before the stairs. And if it's bad now, it'll get worse later. We've got to keep moving, Sam thought desperately. Frodo was at least trying now to help, to get his legs under him, and he clutched blindly at Sam's shoulder with one hand.
"You're right," Frodo panted in his ear. "You're right, we must. It's just... it's so dark!"
"We've no wood for kindling, sir," Sam murmured, but then paused, struck by a sudden thought. "Here now, what about that Lórien glass that the Lady gave you? Have you got it still or did that Grishnákh take it?"
"The... glass?" Frodo's voice sounded uncertainly beside him for a moment, but then: "The glass. Yes, the glass. I think... I think it must be in my pack, Sam."
"Hold still a moment, then, and I'll see if I can find it." Slipping out of Frodo's grip, Sam groped in the darkness, fumbling the buckles and ties of the pack until he got the flap open. Then, by feel, he began seeking among his master's possessions. Cloth... bandages, I think, or else clothing... that's Faramir's little bundle of food for us... metal–knife, I think, yes, that's so.... In the end, he had to dig deep until he felt the cold smoothness of glass, miraculously unbroken, lying nested in among what felt like Frodo's old vest. No wonder the orcs didn't find it, Sam thought, relieved, as he carefully drew it forth and began the difficult task of refastening the flap.
But when he'd done, he crawled his careful way back around so that he was facing Frodo in the darkness. Reaching, he found his master's hand, and set the glass in it. It glittered dimly, the first light they had seen since leaving the deadly vale below. "Is that it?" Sam asked, disappointed. He could not even see Frodo's face by such light, only the outline of his fingers against the glass.
"Wait a moment, Sam," Frodo said softly, and even as he spoke, the light waxed, grew to a silvery flame that sat at the heart of the crystal phial, as if the star itself were caught within it. Frodo's eyes glinted, and in that clear and constant light, he seemed almost himself–no shadows at the hollows of his cheeks, nor about the eyes to hide and conceal; just the weary, worn face of one in pain yet with still a little hope as that starlight burned bright.
"It's a wonder!" Sam breathed, feeling his own spirits lift. The shadows that had lain across their way wavered, dissolving as Frodo held the light up, and for the first time, they saw their path. Upward it sloped, straight and narrow, plunging again into a crevice in the walls. But now they could see that what they had taken for a crevice was nothing of the sort. It was a door–a rough-hewn passage, which had seemed a crevice only because it was so high and narrow; clearly it had been made for far taller beings than hobbits. And the walls themselves were not mere walls, but a sort of door post, for there were markings upon them to either side of the gap. Old script, written top to bottom, stood neatly carved into the rock, though it was worn now with the ages that had eaten away at even stone. "Is it elvish?" Sam asked, puzzled.
"No, it's something else," Frodo replied, squinting at the runes. Rising then, he moved closer, reaching up as high as he could to touch the bottom-most letter. After a moment, he said, "I think that it must be the old language of Gondor. The old Mannish speech from Númenor, that Elendil and his people brought with them to Middle-earth. Bilbo told me about it once."
"You remember that?"
"Yes, I do recall that lesson, though little else about that day or even when it was, truly. Only I remember that the old tongue of Númenor was more stately, more ancient, and that Westron was changed by it, and that it was changed into Westron–both at once. This sounds a bit like the Common Tongue, and not at all like any elvish speech I've ever learned," Frodo murmured. "They must have made these stairs, the Exiles. A stair to run from Minas Morgul to...."
"To what?" Sam asked.
"I don't know," Frodo replied. "To whatever end a spider's pass leads, and it has spidered, that is certain. Faramir did not know how apt was the name he spoke."
A little longer, the hobbits stood there, shivering in the draft that blew in from the heights, staring at this odd and out of place sign of better times, thinking of their friends far away. When the way hardens, remember my brother. And if it spurs you, think of us who labor here, Faramir's voice sounded in Sam's memory, and he drew a deep breath as he pulled his cloak closer about him. "Well, I suppose I might think a little better of this stair, knowing who made it," he allowed. "It can't be all bad, can it? Who knows? Maybe Elendil himself used these steps. Wouldn't that be a thing to tell of, Mr. Frodo? You and me, on the very same path as Elendil all those years ago?"
"We've been on his path since Weathertop. His, and Isildur's," Frodo answered. Which was not quite as heartening, and Sam frowned. But his master seemed at least less desperate, less wounded when he turned to him, and said with an air of new determination, "Let's follow a little further, shall we?"
Up they climbed, for hours on end, and though the way was much less steep, the hobbits soon found themselves uncertain where east and west were, the road twisted so, winding its way up the mountains. They could at least see, now, and so their journey was made easier, though the chill of the winds that cut through the passage was hard to endure and would've been unbearable but for the grey elven cloaks.
But at long last, they came to the end of the passage. It opened out onto a ledge, which dropped in a cliff on their left and a sheer chasm to their right. The mountains loomed high before them, seeming to rise up to pierce the black clouds above; the clouds themselves seemed to bleed, for a red light flickered at times, casting a dull stain upon their earthward bellies. The hobbits paused there awhile, taking in this forbidding landscape, until finally Frodo said softly, "I think it is time we put the light out awhile."
"Pity," Sam muttered, even as Frodo hid the glass away in a pocket of his vest. But under this more open sky, it did seem a risk to let that light shine forth still. The world seemed very dim indeed as the hobbits made their way forward once more, carefully holding the line between cliff and chasm, picking their way (not always successfully) among loose rock and the dips in the uneven ground.
At length, they came to another wall, and another stair. Sam, standing on his toes and stretching his arm high, felt the shallow groove of lettering cut into the stone once more ere he followed Frodo in and upward. "Tall ships and tall kings," he muttered under his breath, since Mr. Bilbo's lessons were very much on his mind. Like a talisman, he repeated that line to himself, climbing in pace to its rhythm, and tried to ignore his growing feeling of dread as he and Frodo trod that narrow path as it snaked across the face of the mountain, seeming endless.
Finally, however, the stair swerved left, and then suddenly bent at an angle as it ran straight upward until it spilled out into the bottom of a cleft. "Look, Sam," Frodo whispered, reaching out to grasp his hand as he pointed. Sam stared, eyes narrowed as he tried to determine what he saw, for amid the spikes and peaks that the wind had carved and which rose up all about them, he did not at first grasp the significance of what lay before him. But the red-washed sides of the narrow spindle were, he realized, too straight.
"A tower," he breathed.
"The end of the road," Frodo said, with no uncertainty in his voice, though he was panting hard and swaying on his feet from weariness. "We must be careful as we pass."
"I'll say," Sam replied. "But first, let's have a bit of a rest, shall we?"
"No," Frodo said, and shook his head, giving Sam a desperate look. "If I stop, I shan't get up again, I feel. Let's move on a little farther at least."
"If you think it's best, then we can go on for a bit," Sam replied, though his own heart sank at the prospect of still more walking.
And so they did. Bent under their packs, they trudged onward, and soon were fairly staggering. Nevertheless, they did not stop, and each faltering step brought them closer to that tower in the distance. Blindly, they followed the path as it bent towards a great, grey horn of rock, the shadow of which lay heavy across the way. If ever there were a dawn in this darkened land, the hobbits did not see it, for the mountain put itself between the light and the lands west, malevolently denying the travelers the sun, if it were the sun that reddened the sky. A foul wind blew from its heights, and Sam's eyes watered even as he choked on the air. The road plunged onward, heedless of the hobbits' dismay, until it came at last to the wall itself, and there disappeared into yet another crevice, whence came a putrid stench so strong Sam fancied the air wavered with it.
"I thought them swamps stank," he said hoarsely, vainly fanning at the air before his face, gagging a bit.
"I don't like this at all," Frodo murmured, sinking to the ground at last. Hands sought his waterskin, moving almost frantically in the near-darkness and Frodo gulped the water.
"Careful, Mr. Frodo. We've not got much left, and I've not seen any water since we left that horrid vale behind," Sam warned. Frodo nodded, but did not speak, though after but a little while longer, he lowered the skin from his parched lips. Yet he made no move as if to stand, and with a sigh, Sam joined him on the ground before the mouth of the cave. And he allowed himself a drink as well, though far less than thirst demanded. In an effort to fool his abused senses, Sam rolled the water about in his mouth, swallowing only a little at a time. That did seem to help a little, though even water sat uneasily in his stomach thanks to the fume.
For a time, the hobbits sat in silence, utterly exhausted. Indeed, Sam could feel his eyelids drooping, and he struggled with himself, for despite his weariness, his unease was growing steadily with the waning of the hour. The air was still and leaden, as if it, too, were immobilized by some elemental terror, and the stench, too heavy for air, sank into the very earth. All was quiet, as if the very mountains held their breath in awful anticipation.
And so you shouldn't be sleeping, Sam, my lad, Sam told himself sternly. No telling what might happen if you close your eyes. But it had been so long since they had slept–since the gnarled old tree and the passage of the fell army–that he couldn't help it. Though he put his knuckles in his eyes, his eyes drifted inexorably shut, and darkness of a less sinister kind than Mordor's reek crept over him. So it was that it was some hours later Sam awoke, suddenly and with heart pounding, to find that the darkness seemed to have grow more oppressive, the shadows deeper, and the air colder. Is it night, I wonder? Have we missed day, or does it ever happen in this accursed place? he wondered, even as he, groaning softly, rose to his feet. Oi, my aching back! But sore back or no, there was still a long walk before them, and so Sam stooped and shook his master, calling softly, "Wake up, Mr. Frodo. It's time."
With a soft moan of his own, Frodo stirred, and a hand clutched at Sam's arm. "'S always time," Frodo muttered, but he sat up, and with Sam's help, rose to his feet. Together, they turned towards the rock face, and after a moment, a dim light flickered in the darkness as Frodo brought out the star-glass once more. The maw of the cave lay before them, and Sam blinked in surprise, for it was clearly a tunnel, much more carefully hewn than the other passages. "Let's go, before the starlight gets too bright for this place," Frodo murmured, and stepped forward, Sam trailing in his wake. Just ere Sam passed within, he glanced up at the walls once more, at the lettering on the stone. Following Elendil, he told himself firmly, and tried not to think of where Elendil's path had led him.
The tunnel wound through the heart of the mountain. Forged long ago, it had been reforged and remade, riddled through with new paths by those who used it after the great days of Gondor, and most especially by the one who dwelt within it. Sam and Frodo could not have known this, of course, but they knew enough to stay upon the main path, which was broad and straight, and to avoid the mouths of branching passages that led to who knew what fate. The star-glass blazed bright, illuminating the way, but even it could not pierce all darkness, and beyond the circle of its radiance, there the shadows held sway, inky and seeming impenetrable. The noisome stench grew, if possible, worse, and the hobbits walked with a bunch of their cloaks pressed over noses and mouths. That helped somewhat, or at least, it kept them from gagging with every breath, but Sam felt sick nonetheless.
The path began to slope upward, and the hobbits bent their heads and toiled along it, chests heaving, and hoping their stomachs would not. Indeed, the scent of putrefaction grew so strong, it seemed that even the light wavered before it, though Sam was willing to admit it might simply be the tears blurring his vision that made it seem so. What is it? he wondered, and then staggered suddenly as Frodo reeled sideways into him.
"Fro...?" he began, but his voice died, as he saw beyond his master a great, gaping void. Larger than any of the other side-passages, the opening seemed, as another once had told it, to be a patch of midnight never cleared away, and a horror came over Sam. For hanging at its entryway, by thick strands of deadly silk, was a mass–a mannish shape it had, and an arm freed from the webbing that wrapped about the legs and body dangled freely. Yes, a body it was, of some nameless unfortunate, yet it was oddly misshapen, as if what should have given it shape and solidity from within had been quite literally eaten out.
Few things hold such horror for the speaking peoples of the earth, whatever their oath or allegiance, as the fear of being devoured, and the mangled mass of flesh that hung before that "door" spoke to that most primitive of terrors.
"Spider's pass," Sam whispered in sudden comprehension. Frodo was quivering beside him, glass in one hand, the other thrust deep into his pocket, and a look of sheer revulsion played upon his face.
"Move! Hurry!" Frodo whispered harshly, and the pair of them ran forward, fleeing the web-shrouded nest of she for whom the pass was named. Forth they staggered, pursued by the shadow of horror, the blood pounding so in their ears they could not hear aught else.
And so it was, as they climbed and scratched their way up the sloping path of the tunnel, that they did not notice until too late the sound of steel-shod feet approaching. Perhaps even had they not been so blinded by panic, they would have been unable to avoid the patrol that came marching, for the echoes in the caverns were deceptive, there being many ways carved throughout the pass–more than Sam and Frodo possibly could know. They knew only that behind them lurked Menace itself, and somewhere ahead lay freedom.
It was only when Frodo was torn suddenly and violently from his side that Sam realized their peril, and he had barely time to turn himself ere hard hands caught hold of him. With a wordless cry, Sam struggled, fighting against the orcs who cursed and clutched at him, even as they ducked and tried to avoid the brilliance of the star-light. "Put it out! Put it out!" one of them howled, and a knot of bodies closed in around Frodo who shouted, inspiring more curses. But the light faded suddenly, and Sam heard the chink! as the glass dropped to the floor. Whether it shattered or not, he couldn't say in the commotion that followed.
For even as the light died, a shriek rose up, and a boil of activity with it. "Frodo!" Sam shouted, wrenching free of his captors, who seemed to be suddenly more fearful of what lay behind them than of what would happen should they allow a prisoner to escape. But Sam, bent on the single thought that he must get his master free and out, plunged heedlessly back towards where he knew Frodo must be, and since the orcs had not had time yet to despoil him of his weapon, he drew it. For despite the danger of perhaps wounding Frodo in the darkness and uncertainty, he was stricken by the conviction that the horror of the pit had come forth at last. And indeed, a hissing, rattling shriek rose up above the dismayed shouts of the orcs, and a hot, foul scent like decay itself stole about the tunnel.
"Frodo!" Sam cried out, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. "Frodo!"
"Sam!" the shout came from his left, and Sam, on impulse, dropped to the floor and crawled towards it. All was confusion. Orcs were running–he could hear them. Others seemed to be fighting, and there was a scrabbling and hissing beyond them to his right that set a chill in Sam's bones. An orc tripped over him, cursing, and Sam whimpered as steel-toed shoes bruised his ribs. His knees, cut and sore from the ascent of the stairs, were an agony to him, yet he hurried towards his master as swiftly as he could.
"Frodo!" he shouted, and cowered as another shriek rang out, along with a hideous orcish cry, burbling and wet. "Frodo!" he cried desperately, seeking his master.
A moment later, he was helped in that task as a bright light flared suddenly to life. The star-glass! he thought, relieved, and hurried to where Frodo sat backed against a wall, glass held high as he stared up in horror. "We've got to go, sir!" Sam said, reaching him at last, and seizing hold of an arm. "Up!"
"Sam!" Frodo breathed, aghast, even as Sam stood and hauled him to his feet. Sam turned at that, and immediately wished he hadn't. The remaining orcs stood huddled together, swords and spears out against the hideous creature above them. A huge, bulbous body on eight monstrous legs stood before them, and clusters of eyes glinted malevolently, even as the spider recoiled from the light.
"Bless me," Sam whimpered, and then turned to Frodo once more. "RUN!"
And so they did, turning and dashing up the tunnel whence the orcs had come upon them unseen. For despite the danger of meeting more of them, at least they could be certain that an exit lay that way, somewhere. But though they fled swift as they could, it seemed fortune ran against them. For with another shriek, the great spider scuttled after them, knocking aside the orcs as a child might thrust aside toy soldiers. For she was no mere hatchling of Mirkwood, but they were hers, who was the last of Ungoliant's brood, she who had sought to devour even the Silmarils. This was Shelob, faithless, heartless, insatiable, and yet as caught as they in webs not their making. For though fearful of the light, lust consumed her, and as it ever had, the Ring called out to it... called through Frodo.
Frodo and Sam dashed headlong up the path, given strength by fear of the slither and shriek of scrabbling claw-tipped legs behind them. Frodo, for his part, felt as if the world had ceased to turn, as if time had slowed to an agonizing pace, and every movement extended itself in time. No, he thought desperately, feeling the pull of the Ring in this distention. No! His ears were ringing–a dissonance that seemed to break upon the world and then... and then. Time unfolded, and yet in Frodo's mind it stood still even as flesh continued its blind path through seconds and minutes, though he felt himself beginning to slow, beginning, perhaps, to think of turning as the world went gold...
What happened next was not entirely clear to him, even afterwards. It seemed to him that he must have tripped. Once more, the light went out, as the glass tumbled from his hand, but Frodo scarcely noticed, for his world was aflame in a blinding golden light. He heard the terrible cry of triumph, as Shelob overtook them in a rush of foul air and heat; a voice cried out, speaking a language that Mordor had not heard since the ending of an Age; and the world itself seemed to shudder in its foundations as Sound broke out. Frodo cried out in pain, clutching his head and curling round himself in a vain effort to block the noise, and then suddenly, all was plunged into darkness.
Consciousness trickled slowly back to life. At first in feeling–a sense of pressure and heat, as Frodo groaned softly. Then came the scent, like sickness on the tongue, which made him cough painfully, and struggle to open his eyes. Blackness at first greeted him, but as he lay there, panting, he became aware of a red light that lifted the darkness to a dim, murderous grey, and of free air that wafted down from above. "Sam?" he croaked softly, as he dizzily lifted his head... and then froze.
Across his path lay the bloated form of Shelob. Fear struck him dumb, rooted him to the spot, as for a seeming eternity, he waited for the beast to turn on him. But as heartbeats counted out the measure of an anxious time, and still nothing happened, realization dawned slowly on him. Shelob did not move. Her great legs were all akimbo, a tumble of armor and joints and claws. All was silent. All was still save the draught from the tunnel's end some ways ahead. She's... dead, he though, amazed. Yet even so, he needed another minute or two before he could bring himself to edge closer, to pick his way carefully about her carcass, ducking under legs and crawling over claw-tips. "Sam?" Frodo swallowed hard, then tried again, a little more loudly, "Sam?"
A soft groan sounded, and Frodo hurried forward, slipping in a puddle of yellow-green, stubbing a toe on a rock and cursing the pain though he did not let it slow him. The great, faceted eyes were still and dark as Frodo passed them by in his haste. For from beneath the head, there stuck an arm, and a curly head as well. "Sam!" Frodo stooped and grasped that arm, putting his shoulder to the monstrous head, and he pushed with all his might, straining to move his enemy just that space enough to free his friend. He felt a shift, and shoved the harder, walking into the spider's bulk, struggling to straighten his knees... .
The head lifted, and Frodo heaved it to one side, then bent to grasp Sam's arms and pull. It was an effort, for still, Shelob half-covered him, but slowly, he began walking backwards, pulling Sam with him from beneath the body of the beast. As soon as they were free, Frodo went to his knees, panting, as he rolled Sam onto his back. And he gasped at the blood staining the other's shirt. "Wake up, Sam! Sam!" he hissed fearfully, lightly slapping the other's face.
Sam twitched, then moaned, and brown eyes blinked open. A moment, they stared, and then Sam said hoarsely, "Thought I'd lost you."
"Oh Sam... no, never yet that," Frodo replied.
"'Twas close, though. The light just... just went out..."
"I'm afraid I dropped it. I don't know what happened," Frodo murmured, taking one of Sam's hands in his and chafing it anxiously. "It was calling to her, calling, and I couldn't–I'm not sure what happened...."
"'S'all right," Sam assured him, and squeezed his hand a bit, though weakly, as he shivered. "You can walk?"
"I can."
"Then it's all right."
"No, no it isn't. You're bleeding," Frodo said, and began to shrug his pack off, but Sam stopped him.
"Don't bother yourself about it, Frodo dear. Got me with her stinger, she did, as she passed over.... Don't think she even meant it, really–just trying to stop. Got her back, though," he said frowning as he let loll his head towards the spider's still bulk. He shivered again, more strongly, as Frodo scowled anxiously.
"Sam, don't be silly, I've got to–"
"Aye, you've got to get on about things, sir," Sam said then, gripping his hand more tightly turning his head back to Frodo again. And he smiled slightly, a tremulously little smile that was marred by a tic, as Sam shuddered and twitched, panting hard. "Least there's no sting this time," he said, much to Frodo's confusion. "Might be good. She got me good.... Never... never liked spiders. Never liked–"
"Sam!" Frodo cried in horror, gathering Sam into his arms as his friend convulsed, violently, though without a sound while Frodo clung helplessly to him. And then suddenly, he went limp. Frodo remained as he was, holding Sam tightly as if to still the tremors that had so recently racked him, but unable to do anything about his own trembling. Oh no. No, no....
But that denial changed nothing. Sam did not move again. And perhaps Frodo had grown used to accepting unacceptable things, as Gandalf's face flashed in his mind, and Boromir's. This task was appointed to you. If you do not find a way, no one will, murmured a voice in his mind that would evermore seem as Sam's. Frodo drew a deep breath, and freed an arm to wipe at his curiously dry eyes as he considered what must be done. The star-light was gone, lost somewhere in the darkness behind him, and though the orcs might be awhile before they dared follow Shelob to see what had become of her, they would come eventually. Time to get on about this thing.
Frodo laid Sam gently down. He straightened his limbs, crossing his hands upon his breast, and on impulse, kissed each eyelid shut before pulling the grey hood over his face. Bowing low, he said softly, "Thank you, Sam. Sleep well."
And then, he turned towards the red light, and began climbing. He did not look back.
And beyond him, the Whispers joined the Sounding Note, that had sung in the emptiness, and began to weave anew....
A/N: Wow. Next up: AU!RotK.
Like spiders, Andy, like spiders–reference is to Fellowship of the Ring, "Lothlórien"
Tall ships and tall kings–The Two Towers, "The Palantír"
A patch of midnight never cleared away–The Hobbit, "Flies and Spiders"
This task was appointed to you. If you do not find a way, no one will–The Fellowship of the Ring, "The Council of Elrond"
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31-9097.00 - Phlebotomists
Draw blood for tests, transfusions, donations, or research. May explain the procedure to patients and assist in the recovery of patients with adverse reactions.
Sample of reported job titles: Lab Asst; Patient Service Technician PST; Phlebotomist; Phlebotomist Supervisor/Instructor; Phlebotomist, Medical Lab Assistant; Phlebotomy Director; Phlebotomy Program Coordinator; Phlebotomy Supervisor; Registered Phlebotomist-Part Time
Tasks | Tools & Technology | Knowledge | Skills | Abilities | Work Activities | Work Context | Job Zone | Education | Credentials | Interests | Work Styles | Work Values | Wages & Employment | Job Openings | Additional Information
- Match laboratory requisition forms to specimen tubes.
- Dispose of contaminated sharps, in accordance with applicable laws, standards, and policies.
- Draw blood from veins by vacuum tube, syringe, or butterfly venipuncture methods.
- Dispose of blood or other biohazard fluids or tissue, in accordance with applicable laws, standards, or policies.
- Draw blood from capillaries by dermal puncture, such as heel or finger stick methods.
- Enter patient, specimen, insurance, or billing information into computer.
- Organize or clean blood-drawing trays, ensuring that all instruments are sterile and all needles, syringes, or related items are of first-time use.
- Collect fluid or tissue samples, using appropriate collection procedures.
- Collect specimens at specific time intervals for tests, such as those assessing therapeutic drug levels.
- Transport specimens or fluid samples from collection sites to laboratories.
Tools & Technology
Tools used in this occupation:
|Anatomical human mannequins for medical education or training — Phlebotomy practice arms; Phlebotomy practice blocks; Phlebotomy practice heels
|Blood bank refrigerators — Blood specimen refrigerators
|Blood collection needle — Multi-sample blood collection needles; Venipuncture needles
|Capillary or hematocrit tubes — Capillary tubes; Microcapillary hematocrit tubes; Microtainers
|Non vacuum blood collection tubes or containers — Aliquot tubes; Blood culture bottles; Sterile screw-cap glass tubes; Sterile screw-cap plastic tubes
|Phlebotomy trays or accessories — Phlebotomy trays; Specimen tube holders; Unopette equipment
|Volumetric pipettes — Erythrocyte sedimentation rate (ESR) pipettes
Technology used in this occupation:
|Medical software — Donor Management System DMS software; Iatric Systems MobiLab software; MEDITECH Blood Bank; MEDITECH Laboratory and Microbiology
|Spreadsheet software — Microsoft Excel
|Word processing software — Microsoft Word
|Customer and Personal Service — Knowledge of principles and processes for providing customer and personal services. This includes customer needs assessment, meeting quality standards for services, and evaluation of customer satisfaction.
|English Language — Knowledge of the structure and content of the English language including the meaning and spelling of words, rules of composition, and grammar.
|Clerical — Knowledge of administrative and clerical procedures and systems such as word processing, managing files and records, stenography and transcription, designing forms, and other office procedures and terminology.
|Education and Training — Knowledge of principles and methods for curriculum and training design, teaching and instruction for individuals and groups, and the measurement of training effects.
|Public Safety and Security — Knowledge of relevant equipment, policies, procedures, and strategies to promote effective local, state, or national security operations for the protection of people, data, property, and institutions.
|Medicine and Dentistry — Knowledge of the information and techniques needed to diagnose and treat human injuries, diseases, and deformities. This includes symptoms, treatment alternatives, drug properties and interactions, and preventive health-care measures.
|Computers and Electronics — Knowledge of circuit boards, processors, chips, electronic equipment, and computer hardware and software, including applications and programming.
|Psychology — Knowledge of human behavior and performance; individual differences in ability, personality, and interests; learning and motivation; psychological research methods; and the assessment and treatment of behavioral and affective disorders.
|Active Listening — Giving full attention to what other people are saying, taking time to understand the points being made, asking questions as appropriate, and not interrupting at inappropriate times.
|Service Orientation — Actively looking for ways to help people.
|Social Perceptiveness — Being aware of others' reactions and understanding why they react as they do.
|Speaking — Talking to others to convey information effectively.
|Critical Thinking — Using logic and reasoning to identify the strengths and weaknesses of alternative solutions, conclusions or approaches to problems.
|Reading Comprehension — Understanding written sentences and paragraphs in work related documents.
|Writing — Communicating effectively in writing as appropriate for the needs of the audience.
|Coordination — Adjusting actions in relation to others' actions.
|Instructing — Teaching others how to do something.
|Monitoring — Monitoring/Assessing performance of yourself, other individuals, or organizations to make improvements or take corrective action.
|Near Vision — The ability to see details at close range (within a few feet of the observer).
|Problem Sensitivity — The ability to tell when something is wrong or is likely to go wrong. It does not involve solving the problem, only recognizing there is a problem.
|Arm-Hand Steadiness — The ability to keep your hand and arm steady while moving your arm or while holding your arm and hand in one position.
|Deductive Reasoning — The ability to apply general rules to specific problems to produce answers that make sense.
|Oral Comprehension — The ability to listen to and understand information and ideas presented through spoken words and sentences.
|Oral Expression — The ability to communicate information and ideas in speaking so others will understand.
|Speech Clarity — The ability to speak clearly so others can understand you.
|Speech Recognition — The ability to identify and understand the speech of another person.
|Finger Dexterity — The ability to make precisely coordinated movements of the fingers of one or both hands to grasp, manipulate, or assemble very small objects.
|Information Ordering — The ability to arrange things or actions in a certain order or pattern according to a specific rule or set of rules (e.g., patterns of numbers, letters, words, pictures, mathematical operations).
Work Activities
|Assisting and Caring for Others — Providing personal assistance, medical attention, emotional support, or other personal care to others such as coworkers, customers, or patients.
|Getting Information — Observing, receiving, and otherwise obtaining information from all relevant sources.
|Interacting With Computers — Using computers and computer systems (including hardware and software) to program, write software, set up functions, enter data, or process information.
|Updating and Using Relevant Knowledge — Keeping up-to-date technically and applying new knowledge to your job.
|Communicating with Supervisors, Peers, or Subordinates — Providing information to supervisors, co-workers, and subordinates by telephone, in written form, e-mail, or in person.
|Performing for or Working Directly with the Public — Performing for people or dealing directly with the public. This includes serving customers in restaurants and stores, and receiving clients or guests.
|Establishing and Maintaining Interpersonal Relationships — Developing constructive and cooperative working relationships with others, and maintaining them over time.
|Training and Teaching Others — Identifying the educational needs of others, developing formal educational or training programs or classes, and teaching or instructing others.
|Evaluating Information to Determine Compliance with Standards — Using relevant information and individual judgment to determine whether events or processes comply with laws, regulations, or standards.
|Monitor Processes, Materials, or Surroundings — Monitoring and reviewing information from materials, events, or the environment, to detect or assess problems.
Work Context
|Contact With Others — 90% responded "Constant contact with others."
|Importance of Being Exact or Accurate — 86% responded "Extremely important."
|Exposed to Disease or Infections — 86% responded "Every day."
|Wear Common Protective or Safety Equipment such as Safety Shoes, Glasses, Gloves, Hearing Protection, Hard Hats, or Life Jackets — 86% responded "Every day."
|Face-to-Face Discussions — 85% responded "Every day."
|Indoors, Environmentally Controlled — 90% responded "Every day."
|Telephone — 85% responded "Every day."
|Physical Proximity — 70% responded "Very close (near touching)."
|Consequence of Error — 62% responded "Extremely serious."
|Responsible for Others' Health and Safety — 62% responded "Very high responsibility."
Job Zone
|Job Zone Three: Medium Preparation Needed
|Most occupations in this zone require training in vocational schools, related on-the-job experience, or an associate's degree.
|Related Experience
|Previous work-related skill, knowledge, or experience is required for these occupations. For example, an electrician must have completed three or four years of apprenticeship or several years of vocational training, and often must have passed a licensing exam, in order to perform the job.
|Job Training
|Employees in these occupations usually need one or two years of training involving both on-the-job experience and informal training with experienced workers. A recognized apprenticeship program may be associated with these occupations.
|Job Zone Examples
|These occupations usually involve using communication and organizational skills to coordinate, supervise, manage, or train others to accomplish goals. Examples include food service managers, electricians, agricultural technicians, legal secretaries, occupational therapy assistants, and medical assistants.
|SVP Range
|(6.0 to < 7.0)
Percentage of Respondents
|Education Level Required
|Post-secondary certificate
|High school diploma or equivalent
|Associate's degree
Interest code: CRI
|Conventional — Conventional occupations frequently involve following set procedures and routines. These occupations can include working with data and details more than with ideas. Usually there is a clear line of authority to follow.
|Realistic — Realistic occupations frequently involve work activities that include practical, hands-on problems and solutions. They often deal with plants, animals, and real-world materials like wood, tools, and machinery. Many of the occupations require working outside, and do not involve a lot of paperwork or working closely with others.
|Investigative — Investigative occupations frequently involve working with ideas, and require an extensive amount of thinking. These occupations can involve searching for facts and figuring out problems mentally.
|Social — Social occupations frequently involve working with, communicating with, and teaching people. These occupations often involve helping or providing service to others.
Work Styles
|Attention to Detail — Job requires being careful about detail and thorough in completing work tasks.
|Integrity — Job requires being honest and ethical.
|Dependability — Job requires being reliable, responsible, and dependable, and fulfilling obligations.
|Stress Tolerance — Job requires accepting criticism and dealing calmly and effectively with high stress situations.
|Concern for Others — Job requires being sensitive to others' needs and feelings and being understanding and helpful on the job.
|Self Control — Job requires maintaining composure, keeping emotions in check, controlling anger, and avoiding aggressive behavior, even in very difficult situations.
|Cooperation — Job requires being pleasant with others on the job and displaying a good-natured, cooperative attitude.
|Independence — Job requires developing one's own ways of doing things, guiding oneself with little or no supervision, and depending on oneself to get things done.
|Adaptability/Flexibility — Job requires being open to change (positive or negative) and to considerable variety in the workplace.
|Initiative — Job requires a willingness to take on responsibilities and challenges.
Work Values
|Support — Occupations that satisfy this work value offer supportive management that stands behind employees. Corresponding needs are Company Policies, Supervision: Human Relations and Supervision: Technical.
|Achievement — Occupations that satisfy this work value are results oriented and allow employees to use their strongest abilities, giving them a feeling of accomplishment. Corresponding needs are Ability Utilization and Achievement.
|Relationships — Occupations that satisfy this work value allow employees to provide service to others and work with co-workers in a friendly non-competitive environment. Corresponding needs are Co-workers, Moral Values and Social Service.
Wages & Employment Trends
|Median wages (2014)
|$14.74 hourly, $30,670 annual
|State wages
|Employment (2012)
|101,000 employees
|Projected growth (2012-2022)
|Much faster than average (22% or higher)
|Projected job openings (2012-2022)
|State trends
|Top industries (2012)
Source: Bureau of Labor Statistics 2014 wage data and 2012-2022 employment projections . "Projected growth" represents the estimated change in total employment over the projections period (2012-2022). "Projected job openings" represent openings due to growth and replacement.
Job Openings on the Web
Sources of Additional Information
Disclaimer: Sources are listed to provide additional information on related jobs, specialties, and/or industries. Links to non-DOL Internet sites are provided for your convenience and do not constitute an endorsement.
- Phlebotomists . Bureau of Labor Statistics, U.S. Department of Labor. Occupational Outlook Handbook, 2014-15 Edition.
- American Medical Technologists (AMT) , 10700 W. Higgins Rd., Suite 150, Rosemont, IL 60018. Phone: (847) 823-5169. Fax: (847) 823-0458.
- Center for Phlebotomy Education , P.O. Box 5, Corydon, IL 47112. Phone: (812) 738-5700. Fax: (866) 657-9857.
- National Center for Competency Testing , 7007 College Blvd., Suite 385, Overland Park, KS 66211. Phone: (800) 875-4404. Fax: (913) 498-1243.
- National Healthcareer Association (NHA) , 11161 Overbrook Rd., Leawood, KS 66211. Phone: (800) 499-9092. Fax: (913) 661-6291.


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Summary Report for:
51-5111.00 - Prepress Technicians and Workers
Format and proof text and images submitted by designers and clients into finished pages that can be printed. Includes digital and photo typesetting. May produce printing plates.
Sample of reported job titles: Desktop Operator, Electronic Prepress Operator (EPP Operator), Electronic Prepress Technician (EPP Tech), Plate Maker, Plate Mounter, Pre-Press Proofer, Pre-Press Technician, Prepress Operator, Prepress Stripper, Prepress Technician
Tasks | Tools & Technology | Knowledge | Skills | Abilities | Work Activities | Work Context | Job Zone | Education | Credentials | Interests | Work Styles | Work Values | Related Occupations | Wages & Employment | Job Openings | Additional Information
- Enter, store, and retrieve information on computer-aided equipment.
- Enter, position, and alter text size, using computers, to make up and arrange pages so that printed materials can be produced.
- Maintain, adjust, and clean equipment, and perform minor repairs.
- Operate and maintain laser plate-making equipment that converts electronic data to plates without the use of film.
- Examine photographic images for obvious imperfections prior to plate making.
- Operate presses to print proofs of plates, monitoring printing quality to ensure that it is adequate.
- Monitor contact between cover glass and masks inside vacuum frames to prevent flaws resulting from overexposure or light reflection.
- Transfer images from master plates to unexposed plates, and immerse plates in developing solutions to develop images.
- Examine unexposed photographic plates to detect flaws or foreign particles prior to printing.
- Lower vacuum frames onto plate-film assemblies, activate vacuums to establish contact between film and plates, and set timers to activate ultraviolet lights that expose plates.
Tools & Technology
Tools used in this occupation:
|Densitometers — Printing densitometers
|Electronic media or data duplicating equipment — Compact disk CD duplicators; Digital video disk DVD duplicators
|Flexographic printer — Flexographic plate processors
|Scanners — Drum scanners; Flat bed scanners
|Thermal transfer printer for commercial printing applications — Newspaper platesetters; Thermal platesetters
Technology used in this occupation:
|Desktop publishing software — Adobe Systems Adobe FrameMaker; Adobe Systems Adobe InDesign; Adobe Systems Adobe PageMaker; Esko ArtPro
|Document management software — Adobe Systems Adobe LifeCycle Enterprise Suite; Global Graphics Software Harlequin
|Graphics or photo imaging software — Adobe Systems Adobe Illustrator; Adobe Systems Adobe Photoshop software; Corel Painter; LaserSoft Imaging SilverFast Ai Studio
|Internet protocol IP multimedia subsystem software — File transfer protocol FTP software; ProjectSend *
|Optical character reader OCR or scanning software — Hamrick Software VueScan
* Software developed by a government agency and/or distributed as freeware or shareware.
|Computers and Electronics — Knowledge of circuit boards, processors, chips, electronic equipment, and computer hardware and software, including applications and programming.
|English Language — Knowledge of the structure and content of the English language including the meaning and spelling of words, rules of composition, and grammar.
|Communications and Media — Knowledge of media production, communication, and dissemination techniques and methods. This includes alternative ways to inform and entertain via written, oral, and visual media.
|Customer and Personal Service — Knowledge of principles and processes for providing customer and personal services. This includes customer needs assessment, meeting quality standards for services, and evaluation of customer satisfaction.
|Time Management — Managing one's own time and the time of others.
|Active Listening — Giving full attention to what other people are saying, taking time to understand the points being made, asking questions as appropriate, and not interrupting at inappropriate times.
|Complex Problem Solving — Identifying complex problems and reviewing related information to develop and evaluate options and implement solutions.
|Speaking — Talking to others to convey information effectively.
|Critical Thinking — Using logic and reasoning to identify the strengths and weaknesses of alternative solutions, conclusions or approaches to problems.
|Judgment and Decision Making — Considering the relative costs and benefits of potential actions to choose the most appropriate one.
|Monitoring — Monitoring/Assessing performance of yourself, other individuals, or organizations to make improvements or take corrective action.
|Reading Comprehension — Understanding written sentences and paragraphs in work related documents.
|Near Vision — The ability to see details at close range (within a few feet of the observer).
|Oral Comprehension — The ability to listen to and understand information and ideas presented through spoken words and sentences.
|Problem Sensitivity — The ability to tell when something is wrong or is likely to go wrong. It does not involve solving the problem, only recognizing there is a problem.
|Oral Expression — The ability to communicate information and ideas in speaking so others will understand.
|Inductive Reasoning — The ability to combine pieces of information to form general rules or conclusions (includes finding a relationship among seemingly unrelated events).
|Information Ordering — The ability to arrange things or actions in a certain order or pattern according to a specific rule or set of rules (e.g., patterns of numbers, letters, words, pictures, mathematical operations).
|Speech Recognition — The ability to identify and understand the speech of another person.
|Category Flexibility — The ability to generate or use different sets of rules for combining or grouping things in different ways.
|Deductive Reasoning — The ability to apply general rules to specific problems to produce answers that make sense.
|Finger Dexterity — The ability to make precisely coordinated movements of the fingers of one or both hands to grasp, manipulate, or assemble very small objects.
Work Activities
|Communicating with Supervisors, Peers, or Subordinates — Providing information to supervisors, co-workers, and subordinates by telephone, in written form, e-mail, or in person.
|Getting Information — Observing, receiving, and otherwise obtaining information from all relevant sources.
|Making Decisions and Solving Problems — Analyzing information and evaluating results to choose the best solution and solve problems.
|Interacting With Computers — Using computers and computer systems (including hardware and software) to program, write software, set up functions, enter data, or process information.
|Organizing, Planning, and Prioritizing Work — Developing specific goals and plans to prioritize, organize, and accomplish your work.
|Updating and Using Relevant Knowledge — Keeping up-to-date technically and applying new knowledge to your job.
|Identifying Objects, Actions, and Events — Identifying information by categorizing, estimating, recognizing differences or similarities, and detecting changes in circumstances or events.
|Processing Information — Compiling, coding, categorizing, calculating, tabulating, auditing, or verifying information or data.
|Monitor Processes, Materials, or Surroundings — Monitoring and reviewing information from materials, events, or the environment, to detect or assess problems.
|Thinking Creatively — Developing, designing, or creating new applications, ideas, relationships, systems, or products, including artistic contributions.
Work Context
|Indoors, Environmentally Controlled — 99% responded "Every day."
|Face-to-Face Discussions — 85% responded "Every day."
|Time Pressure — 78% responded "Every day."
|Importance of Being Exact or Accurate — 52% responded "Extremely important."
|Importance of Repeating Same Tasks — 57% responded "Extremely important."
|Frequency of Decision Making — 68% responded "Every day."
|Impact of Decisions on Co-workers or Company Results — 53% responded "Very important results."
|Structured versus Unstructured Work — 39% responded "Some freedom."
|Electronic Mail — 68% responded "Every day."
|Contact With Others — 46% responded "Constant contact with others."
Job Zone
|Job Zone Three: Medium Preparation Needed
|Most occupations in this zone require training in vocational schools, related on-the-job experience, or an associate's degree.
|Related Experience
|Previous work-related skill, knowledge, or experience is required for these occupations. For example, an electrician must have completed three or four years of apprenticeship or several years of vocational training, and often must have passed a licensing exam, in order to perform the job.
|Job Training
|Employees in these occupations usually need one or two years of training involving both on-the-job experience and informal training with experienced workers. A recognized apprenticeship program may be associated with these occupations.
|Job Zone Examples
|These occupations usually involve using communication and organizational skills to coordinate, supervise, manage, or train others to accomplish goals. Examples include food service managers, electricians, agricultural technicians, legal secretaries, occupational therapy assistants, and medical assistants.
|SVP Range
|(6.0 to < 7.0)
Percentage of Respondents
|Education Level Required
|Post-secondary certificate
|High school diploma or equivalent
|Associate's degree
Interest code: RC
|Realistic — Realistic occupations frequently involve work activities that include practical, hands-on problems and solutions. They often deal with plants, animals, and real-world materials like wood, tools, and machinery. Many of the occupations require working outside, and do not involve a lot of paperwork or working closely with others.
|Conventional — Conventional occupations frequently involve following set procedures and routines. These occupations can include working with data and details more than with ideas. Usually there is a clear line of authority to follow.
Work Styles
|Attention to Detail — Job requires being careful about detail and thorough in completing work tasks.
|Dependability — Job requires being reliable, responsible, and dependable, and fulfilling obligations.
|Stress Tolerance — Job requires accepting criticism and dealing calmly and effectively with high stress situations.
|Cooperation — Job requires being pleasant with others on the job and displaying a good-natured, cooperative attitude.
|Adaptability/Flexibility — Job requires being open to change (positive or negative) and to considerable variety in the workplace.
|Persistence — Job requires persistence in the face of obstacles.
|Self Control — Job requires maintaining composure, keeping emotions in check, controlling anger, and avoiding aggressive behavior, even in very difficult situations.
|Initiative — Job requires a willingness to take on responsibilities and challenges.
|Integrity — Job requires being honest and ethical.
|Achievement/Effort — Job requires establishing and maintaining personally challenging achievement goals and exerting effort toward mastering tasks.
Work Values
|Support — Occupations that satisfy this work value offer supportive management that stands behind employees. Corresponding needs are Company Policies, Supervision: Human Relations and Supervision: Technical.
|Independence — Occupations that satisfy this work value allow employees to work on their own and make decisions. Corresponding needs are Creativity, Responsibility and Autonomy.
|Relationships — Occupations that satisfy this work value allow employees to provide service to others and work with co-workers in a friendly non-competitive environment. Corresponding needs are Co-workers, Moral Values and Social Service.
Related Occupations
|Computer User Support Specialists Bright Outlook
|Electronics Engineering Technicians Green
|Audio and Video Equipment Technicians
|Broadcast Technicians
|Camera Operators, Television, Video, and Motion Picture
|Film and Video Editors
|Computer Operators
|Printing Press Operators
|Gem and Diamond Workers
|Photographic Process Workers and Processing Machine Operators
Wages & Employment Trends
|Median wages (2014)
|$17.89 hourly, $37,200 annual
|State wages
|Employment (2012)
|43,000 employees
|Projected growth (2012-2022)
|Decline (-3% or lower)
|Projected job openings (2012-2022)
|State trends
|Top industries (2012)
Source: Bureau of Labor Statistics 2014 wage data and 2012-2022 employment projections . "Projected growth" represents the estimated change in total employment over the projections period (2012-2022). "Projected job openings" represent openings due to growth and replacement.
Job Openings on the Web
Sources of Additional Information
Disclaimer: Sources are listed to provide additional information on related jobs, specialties, and/or industries. Links to non-DOL Internet sites are provided for your convenience and do not constitute an endorsement.
- Printing Workers . Bureau of Labor Statistics, U.S. Department of Labor. Occupational Outlook Handbook, 2014-15 Edition.


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Discussing: The Mouth of Sauron Lives!
The Mouth of Sauron Lives!
Message: 55004
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Original Post
General Audience
What if the Mouth of Sauron survived the fall of Sauron? You can use the movie-verse MoS, or the undescribed-bookverse MoS (giving you much more freedom to describe him as you wish.) The story must be Post-Ringwar, but it does not have to be Post-RotK (it could happen before the end of the Third Age.) What would happen if the MoS defeated Aragorn? If you're into dark-AU, this could be a lot of fun for you! MoS is described as a powerful sorcerer, let's throw in some blatant magic! Tolkien doesn't tell us what Gandalf was doing between the time he left the Hobbits and when he sailed, except that he visited Tom Bombadil, how about a showdown between MoS and Gandalf? (Come on! We all know that we wanted to see it in the movie!) How about if MoS made it to the Shire? There are lots of interesting possibilities, let's see some of them!
Teitho mae,
Re: The Mouth of Sauron Lives!
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Interesting bunny. I don't feel a nibble myself at the moment, but I'll put it in the next news to see if it'll bite others...


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Centers & Institutes
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Acoustic Neuromas, Brain Cancer, Brain Tumors, Cervical Degenerative Disc Disease, Chiari Malformations, Glioblastoma, Gliomas, Lumbar Degenerative Disease, Neuro-Oncology, Neurosurgery, Pediatric Neurosurgery, Pituitary Tumors, Primary Brain Tumors, Spina Bifida, Spinal Stenosis, Spondylolisthesis, Stereotactic Biopsy, Stereotactic Functional Surgery, Tethered Spinal Cord
Research Interests
Local delivery to primary brain tumors, novel treatments for high-grade primary brain tumors
BiographyDr. Jon Weingart focuses on the surgical treatment of brain tumors including benign and malignant tumors. Dr. Weingart also specializes in spinal disorders, such as cervical and lumbar disc disease, as well as other congenital and developmental abnormalities such as tethered spinal cord, spina bifida and chiari malformation.
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American Association of Neurological Surgeons 1991 to present
Congress of Neurological Surgeons 1992 to present
American Association of Cancer Research 1991 - 1994
AANS/CNS Joint Section of Cerebrovascular Surgery 1994-1998
Childrens Oncology Group 1999 to present
AANS/CNS Joint Section of Tumors 2006-present
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- Duke University School of Medicine (Durham NC ) (1987)
- Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine / Neurosurgery (Baltimore MD ) (1993)
- Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine (Baltimore MD ) (1993)
- Neurological Surgery, American Board of Neurological Surgery (1998)
Research & Publications +
Selected Publications View all on PubMedChaichana KL, Pendleton C, Zaidi H, Olivi A, Weingart JD, Gallia GL, Lim M, Brem H, Quiones-Hinojosa A. Seizure Control for Patients Undergoing Meningioma Surgery. World Neurosurg. 2012 Mar 30. [Epub ahead of print]
Morad A, Winters B, Stevens R, White E, Weingart J, Yaster M, Gottschalk A. The efficacy of intravenous patient-controlled analgesia after intracranial surgery of the posterior fossa: a prospective, randomized controlled trial.
Anesth Analg. 2012 Feb;114(2):416-23. Epub 2011 Dec 9.
Chaichana KL, Zaidi H, Pendleton C, McGirt MJ, Grossman R, Weingart JD, Olivi A, Quiones-Hinojosa A, Brem H. The efficacy of carmustine wafers for older patients with glioblastoma multiforme: prolonging survival. Neurol Res. 2011 Sep;33(7):759-64.
Chaichana KL, Chaichana KK, Olivi A, Weingart JD, Bennett R, Brem H, Quiones-Hinojosa A. Surgical outcomes for older patients with glioblastoma multiforme: preoperative factors associated with decreased survival. Clinical article. J Neurosurg. 2011 Mar;114(3):587-94. Epub 2010 Oct 1.
Raza SM, Gallia GL, Brem H, Weingart JD, Long DM, Olivi A. Perioperative and long-term outcomes from the management of parasagittal meningiomas invading the superior sagittal sinus. Neurosurgery. 2010 Oct;67(4):885-93; discussion 893.
Chaichana KL, Garzon-Muvdi T, Parker S, Weingart JD, Olivi A, Bennett R, Brem H, Quiones-Hinojosa A. Supratentorial glioblastoma multiforme: the role of surgical resection versus biopsy among older patients. Ann Surg Oncol. 2011 Jan;18(1):239-45. Epub 2010 Aug 10.
Chaichana KL, Halthore AN, Parker SL, Olivi A, Weingart JD, Brem H, Quinones-Hinojosa A. Factors involved in maintaining prolonged functional independence following supratentorial glioblastoma resection. Clinical article. J
Neurosurg. 2011 Mar;114(3):604-12. Epub 2010 Jun 4.
Frazier JL, Johnson MW, Burger PC, Weingart JD, Quinones-Hinojosa A. Rapid malignant transformation of low-grade astrocytomas: report of 2 cases and review of the literature. World Neurosurg. 2010 Jan;73(1):53-62; discussion e5. Epub 2009 Aug 7. Review
Chaichana KL, Kosztowski T, Niranjan A, Olivi A, Weingart JD, Laterra J, Brem H, Quiones-Hinojosa A. Prognostic significance of contrast-enhancing anaplastic astrocytomas in adults. J Neurosurg. 2010 Aug;113(2):286-92.
Sampson JH, Archer G, Pedain C, Wembacher-Schrder E, Westphal M, Kunwar S,Vogelbaum MA, Coan A, Herndon JE, Raghavan R, Brady ML, Reardon DA, Friedman AH, Friedman HS, Rodrguez-Ponce MI, Chang SM, Mittermeyer S, Croteau D, Puri RK;PRECISE Trial Investigators. Poor drug distribution as a possible explanation for the results of the PRECISE trial. J Neurosurg. 2010 Aug;113(2):301-9.
Gallia GL, Binder ZA, Schwarz J, Moriarity JL, Weingart JD. Skull base chondrosarcoma presenting with hemorrhage. Can J Neurol Sci. 2009 Nov;36(6):774-5.
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Video Links
- Podcast: The Surgical Benefits of the Intraoperative MRI
- Podcast: Brain Tumor Types: Low-Grade Gliomas
- Podcast: Types of Brain Tumors
Recent News Articles & Media Coverage
Hollis Interviews...Jon Weingart, Johns Hopkins Magazine (Fall 2014)
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HSH709 - Health and Social Impact Assessment
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|Trimester 2: Burwood (Melbourne)
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Taught in intensive mode during the week Monday 10 August to Friday 14 August 2015
This unit allows students to gain an understanding of the history, contexts, processes and outcomes of health and social impact assessment. It will develop skills which will enable students to understand the application of either SIA or HIA. Links between health/ environmental/ social impact assessment and policy assessment will be explored with particular reference to their relevance for individual and community wellbeing. Case studies undertaken in Australia and overseas will be used to illustrate the theories and students will have the opportunity to review and evaluate impact assessment projects relating to health and social impacts of developments within policy frameworks or within a community setting.
Assessment task 1: Group presentation 20%
Assessment task 2: Individual assignment (1500 words) 30%
Assessment task 3: Essay (2500 words) 50%
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WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Wal-Mart, which had initially turned down a meeting with Vice President Joe Biden's gun violence panel, did meet with administration officials on Thursday -- but instead of sitting down with Biden, the company's representative met with Attorney General Eric Holder.
The Justice Department said Wal-Mart would be one of 10 retailers at the meeting. It is the nation's largest retailer and is understood by analysts to also be the largest single seller of guns. Other stores at the 3:15 p.m. meeting included Dick's Sporting Goods and Bass Pro Shops.
Neither party has addressed why the meeting was led by Holder and not Biden -- who was appointed by President Barack Obama last month to lead the administration's efforts to stem gun violence. The Justice Department, the White House nor Wal-Mart commented after the meeting.
Biden, however, sat down with other groups Thursday, including gun owners and gun rights groups, including the National Rifle Association. Later in the day, he met with representatives of the entertainment and video game industries.
Reporters were allowed only into the meeting room at the beginning of Biden's first session. Biden said he realizes the effort "requires all the stakeholders to give us their best ideas as to how we deal with what is -- as I said at the outset -- is a complicated problem."
The NRA sent James J. Baker, the head of its federal relations office, to meet with the vice president and other administration officials on the panel. NRA President David Keene said on CNN after the meeting that his group sees little common ground with the White House and that "in a sense they were checking the box" by inviting the NRA. Baker served as the NRA's chief lobbyist in the 1990s, when Biden was serving as a senator from Delaware.
Wal-Mart said earlier in the week that its representatives had spoken to the vice president's staff and could not attend because they were obligated to be at monthly sales meetings at its headquarters in Bentonville, Arkansas, which ""have been on the calendar for months."
The decision was widely scrutinized, with many questioning how Wal-Mart could be a part of the discussion without listening to what other parties were saying at the White House.
In response to the criticism, Wal-Mart said it would attend.
"We underestimated the expectation to attend the meeting on Thursday in person, so we are sending an appropriate representative to participate," said Wal-Mart spokesman David Tovar.
Tovar said Wal-Mart has been "very purposeful" about striking the right balance between serving hunters and sportsman and ensuring that it sells firearms responsibly. He also said the retailer is committed to staying engaged in the discussion about the right path forward with lawmakers.
Wal-Mart sells guns in roughly 1,800 of its 4,000 stores, according to Tovar. It sells semiautomatic assault rifles, such as the ones used in the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting, in about 1,200 stores.
Biden has said he will submit his recommendations to Obama by Tuesday.
-- CNNMoney's Emily Jane Fox contributed to this report.
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