Disclaimer: Arda and it creatures are not mine. I wish this could apply to roaches too. :S
And all in evil ended be
Minas Tirith, sometime during the early years of the fourth age.
A shriek made the herb master look up from the steaming cauldron before him, a frown clouding his kind face. Ioreth was the last person he expected to hear shriek in horror. When he stepped inside the store room, he found her fending off a swarm of cockroaches with a broom.
"Spawn of Mordor," she spat, her forehead crowned with droplets of sweat. "Cockroaches - I hate their filthy lot."
Floating aimlessly in the void, Morgoth dreamt dreams of past and future grandeur and grinned. In the end, his six-legged minions would conquer Arda.
In the end, he would laugh last.
Title comes from the Lay of Leithian