This dilapidated set of cramped rooms, tucked away behind the Kitchen at the back of the main building, is as much as the Rookous down through the ages have been willing to concede to the regrettable necessity of keeping house elves around and alive, at least long enough to reproduce. There are four barely usable areas, and another two which disrepair has rendered utterly unsafe to venture into. One space is a communal washroom, of sorts, comprising a sink, a bucket and a hip bath, in a section roughly two yards long, and one wide.
The other three each contain a single, crude, straw mattress, and, in two cases, an extremely dirty, moth-eaten blanket, or a Swiss-cheese painted to resemble a blanket (the jury is still out). There are currently four house elves surviving here, so rudimentary mathematics would suggest a great deal of sharing. Arcturus has, in fact, broken a record among Rookous, in that he is, so far, the only Lord of the Manor to have failed to cause permanent bodily harm to even one house elf, although in his case it is largely because he wouldn't waste the energy, or sully himself by attacking sub-humans - unless they seriously provoked him. This is probably also in part due to the excellent "danger radar" the current two generations have evolved, which took them, for example, to the Stables when Master Ciaran disappeared into the night.
As a particularly cruel "prank" on the part of Master Misrada fifty years ago, these rooms (only) are enchanted to resist house elf magic, so that they cannot repair the place, or improve their own situation, except by pure physical labour, and house elves often lack the physical size and strength to do what is needed. They have recently found a loophole, trading favours with the occupants of the Stables in return for work done here.
Roleplay (if you happen to be a house elf, or have a taste for their company)