The existential crisis that a “house” undergoes is the constant battle between attempting to camouflage (“to look just like others”) and reinforcing its own intrinsic character. Through its infinite trial and error, it landed on a typology that conforms with the human perception, one that we call home. Doors, windows, chimneys, and stairs; columns, beams, roofs, and walls. Do these elements stand for the intrinsic character of the house itself, or do they only exist to appease our concept of a house, the essential character? How much agency does a house have to announce its own identity, while retaining its social and economic values in the built environment? What if, in a world of elves, houses do not appear as what we imagine but completely different and ever-evolving? A dynamic house, a moving fortress, a living, breathing being.