round the hall she fared , swift as a swallow , noiseless as a bat , magically beautiful as only tinuviel ever was , and now she was at melko 's side , now before him , now behind , and her misty draperies touched his face and waved before his eyes , and the folk that sat about the walls or stood in that place were whelmed one by one in sleep , falling down into deep dreams of all that their ill hearts desired .